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ellen, twenty

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Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired. by Unknown (via mcdfrappe)

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Lui, February 1984

Lui, February 1984

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I become attached to people I shouldn’t. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate being lonely. by P.P.  (via syreenikohtu)

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A writer is a world trapped in a person. by Victor Hugo (via nestingcas)

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