And every single thing you ever did that bothered me, is every single thing I miss.

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via holdenandcaulfield)

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Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken — I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely. There I sat.

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (1931)

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