February 2012
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For myself, with no one to love, a hedgehog spirit seemed best and I hid my...
– The Passion by Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
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How nice— to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via loveyourchaos)
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Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me…
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via ms-kawesome)
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As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a...
– The Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)