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But he’s lost in his own world, a place far beyond where my words could go.
sinna sa jäidki

I could live an eternity like this, spinning and laughing in the safety of his arms.
too bad our eternity was cut short

I think… we’re meant to be together.

Imagine I could lie down beside you and my whole body, every cell, radiates a clear, singular mean ing, not so much a writer as a word pressed down beside you.

When can I say your name and have it
mean only your name and not what you left behind?

The boy trom whom I learned there was something even more brutal and total than work-want.

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I chastised myself for not having held on to her, for not having understood that she couldn't go on any more.

insert that one picture of zara larsson looking horrified here bc what the FUCK is going on

not a single likeable character in this entire book damn

You loved me— then what right had you to leave me?

armastus on yks jube asi ikka

I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice, and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!

‘Come in, come in!' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come. Oh do-once more! Oh! my heart's darling, hear me this time—Catherine, at last!’

‘Dear! tell me what I've said to grieve him? I do wish he'd come. I do wish he would!’

I am so sorry. If I had been stronger. Faster.
Smarter. Better. If I had been worth you. If—
You would not want me to curse myself this way.

I wonder what of me there is in you

She used to love such fire. Now it only reminds her of who’s not there.

holy purple prose

Fortunately, geniuses understand that young men are often fools.

Pain, begone! she thought; I will have no more of thee! The pain stayed, immune to Positive Thinking.

They undressed, showered, resumed a stopped game of Scrabble, stopped it, made love, and found milk and a dish of cold spaghetti in the refrigerator.
god how i miss those days

I’m so tired. I don’t know what it is. It’s not just the hunger. My body is heavy. Everything is heavy. It feels like the air in the studio is heavy,
pushing me down onto whatever is the nearest flat surface – right now, the
table, the seat I’m on.

Ma armastan ... Aga mis seal ikka!

Ja kui armastus kord juba olemas oli, kui armastuse pärast paari mindi, miks peaks ta siis üldse mööda minema? Kas siis teda tõesti hoida ei saa?

ive started reading dostojevski again yall know what that means (ive hit rock bottom and started digging)