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I ache for someone whose kisses are not bombs upon my temple, but are planted like flowers trailing along my collarbone.
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"I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes."
Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)

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"She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body."
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via cactuslungs)

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