Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love. — Gabriel García Márquez | Memories of My Melancholy Whores (via blogut)
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You.
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I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. —
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i want to know someone.
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probably the truest words spoken.
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the story if my life right now
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Amazing. I wish I could have been one of the courageous women.
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