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every morning

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madsturbating:

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"Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."

 
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via sld444)
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“You listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things I prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls.”

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seriouslysensuous:

orchidea-nera:

Le nostre paure sono molto più numerose dei pericoli concreti che corriamo, e noi soffriamo molto di più per la nostra immaginazione che per la realtà.(Seneca)

L’amour physique parait être le meilleur anxiolytique!

seriouslysensuous:

orchidea-nera:

Le nostre paure sono molto più numerose dei pericoli concreti che corriamo, e noi soffriamo molto di più per la nostra immaginazione che per la realtà.

(Seneca)

L’amour physique parait être le meilleur anxiolytique!
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eomering:

…and then he laughed and the sound was like music, or like water in a parched land; and as he listened the thought came to Sam that he had not heard laughter, the pure sound of merriment, for days upon days without count. It fell upon his ears like the echo of all the joys he had ever known. But he himself burst into tears. Then, as a sweet rain will pass down a wind of spring and the sun will shine out the clearer, his tears ceased, and his laughter welled up, and laughing he sprang from his bed.

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PARTS OF THE BOOK THAT WEREN’T IN THE MOVIE

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