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and sometimes against all odds, against all logic, we hope.
I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
mi amor
I used to tell myself, ‘Maybe they’re going through something.’ But then I realized that I was too, and I never treated anyone that way.
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Should be us