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Because the past isn't important. History is just a way of keeping score, but it doesn't have to be who we are.
// Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants
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Never presume that I will not act on my worst instincts.
Cesare Borgia (via a-bear-dance)
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“You have read your romances brother. You know such a love is impossible.” “Impossible loves. I am very much afraid they can become an addiction.”
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Side by side they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gestures which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other’s eyelid.
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“And when Felicity and Pippa are together, it is as if the rest of us do not exist. Their friendship is exclusive." 
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Azalea and Pink Sunrise by : Takashi
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Prague at Night
Prague, Czech Republic | by Julia Davila-Lampe
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Huit ‘Fleur’ Longline Bra & Hipster
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“I choked / on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry.”
— Yves Olade, from Belovéd
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