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“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via thoughtkick)
“Nothing hurts more than being hurt by the person you never thought would hurt you.”
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“How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.”
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Libba Bray
“I believe in the kind of love that doesn’t demand me to prove my worth and sit in anxiety … Something that allows me to me without question.”
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“I experience not only my own suffering, but even more that which I inflict upon you.”
— Franz Kafka
““Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
— Anaïs Nin
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