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You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal. by

Leonard Cohen

Maybe this just isn’t meant to be.

Time — how it expands to fill the spaces you create; how it makes meagre experiences seem never-ending. Whenever he heard people talk about the ravages of time, about how it robbed and deprived, Justin always smiled; because for him, time was an accomplice, plugging the gaps and fleshing out morsels of memory so he would have something substantial to hang on to. That way, however little he had seen or felt, he would always feel as if he had more: a life far richer than the truth. by Tash Aw, Five Star Billionaire (via verkur)

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11:00

Whatever the fuck you want man.

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Will you still want it in the morning?

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I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you. by (via diabolicool)

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palides:

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