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This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina
Tuesday at 6:01am
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I do not believe this darkness will endure.
Monday at 4:36pm
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Monday at 11:18am
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But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.

Louis Sachar (via ravnen)

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via ravnen)

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