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I romanticise everything because I am made of love and starlight

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me about a man who isn't real: they don't make men like this anymore

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i don’t want just a great sex. i want us lying naked in bed after 3 hours of fucking, talking about our dreams, worries and dumbest paradoxes that we created in our heads. i’m actually interested in you, not just your body, so tell me everything that’s on your mind and let us connect.

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“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.”

— Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart

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