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You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.
written by Marguerite Duras, Emily L.
written by Marguerite Duras, Emily L.
(Source: serialstranger)
Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
(via thequeenof-limbs)
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People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
written by Charles Bukowski
written by Charles Bukowski
(Source: 13neighbors, via seemsabitparanoid)
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You can make butter if you fill a bong with cream and rip it really hard
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