I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via quotethat)
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I can already feel the ache in my bones when I think of you leaving me
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Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k). (via nyu-tah)
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I’ve missed you, and only God knew.