But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe. Nalini Singh, Archangel’s Kiss (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. The Little Prince  (via dumbwhitegirl)

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And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive. I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

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