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Just a girl who likes sharing way too much with the internet.
For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting one’s thoughts be diverted by anything—by meals, by a fly that settles on one’s cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live.

— Albert Camus, The Plague (via feellng)

People living deeply have no fear of death.

— Anaïs Nin (via observando)

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)

starllex:

when you see a dog from across the street 

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The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

— Lionel Shriver, Checker and the Derailleurs (via feellng)

It’s your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill to kick in, with time ticking through you and your own ghost already wandering among your rooms.

— Michael Cunningham, By Nightfall (via feellng)