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I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
by Jean Cocteau, Le Testament d’Orphée (1960)

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If your ideas are bigger than the town you’re in, you’ve got to get out of there.
by Brian Fallon (via
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Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
by

Kid in my lit class

Simple yet very true.

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I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.
by Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren  (via
thatkindofwoman)

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Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
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