J.D. Salinger, A Boy in France
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I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
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What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice
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I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thelovejournals)
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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
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She thinks she’s living a fairytale, that’s why she fears the world so much, it scares her, because people are nothing like fairies, the sky is not made of candy and the world is not shiny.
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She loves fictional characters because she also has that bad habit of loving someone who can’t love her back.