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People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
You never think the last time is the last time. You always think there will be more. You think you will have forever, but you don’t.
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Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Edward Rochester (Jane Eyre)
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Morning View From Our Tent by Marc Shandro on Flickr.
Love this tumblr.
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