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Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Neil Gaiman (via apia-lawreen)

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criminoso:

SLEEPY HOLLOW [1999]

I think you loved me that day you followed me into the Western Woods.

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jwgriebel:

I sometimes feel as if characters in stories are more real than the people around me.

Has anyone else ever felt that way?

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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

Haruki Murakami (via apia-lawreen)

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