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We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

Joan Didion, from Slouching Towards Bethlehem (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1968)

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“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”

Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright

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Q: does your body ever ache with all the people you’ll never be? A: always. always.

a.c. | question series #4 (via inkmagician)

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Victoria Siemer

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Mike Mills, Humans

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Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench, And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

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I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Arthur Miller, The Crucible  (via itcuddles)