He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
Richelle Mead . The Indigo Spell
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"who are you without the media you consume" bitch ask who i am WITH IT. I am the hoarder of stories, the ancient sphinx carrying the wisdom of generations, the ophanium with an all-encompassing gaze. My mind is the modern Library of Alexanderia, containing tales of countless universes. I watched the worlds rise and fall, and i changed them to my will. I sympathized with the villains and condemned the heroes; I was the hero and the villain. I've seen love in a million ways and I've bathed in the rays of its beauty. Grief, pain, wrath, sorrow, hatred, numbness — I've seen it all. I explored those worlds, holding them in the palm of my hand. I exist in all of them, and they exist in me. I am in the past and in the future; I am nowhere and everythere.
turn around.
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That's why you agreed to marry me, because of my round arse and my rock-solid head?
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