May 2010
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He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.
– Possession, A.S. Byatt (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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I don’t know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always...
– Nine Stories, J.D Salinger (via francoiseloraine, inennui)
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