He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief  (via childoflust)

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I destroy myself so you can’t.
Six Word Story #1  (via w-ildfires)

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Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via perfect)

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