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I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul. Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt: Stories (via taylamp)(Source: theoryoflostthings, via never-loved-nobody-fully) |
Meet a part of me that feels like every other day.
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