Viridescent
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‘I’m more than thinking about you – I’m living about you, my love, my happiness, (…)’
— Vladimir Nabokov in a letter to his wife Véra, 17 august 1924.
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It hurts to love. It’s like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.
Reborn: Journals & Notebooks 1947-1963 by Susan Sontag
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I know you question it sometimes, but people really do enjoy spending time with you
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Florence and The Machine, from “Back In Town“
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Norway
by Denny Bitte
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By Kenny Barker
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“I was 12 thinking about killing myself. I am 21, still thinking about killing myself.”
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I wish I'd deleted you from my life in the moment I realized I was in love, because I already knew you were going to break my heart
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David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
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This hits hard.
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I know I'm alive and I exist because there's no way I'd be so depressed in a dream
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