So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Benediction  (via thatkindofwoman)

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You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

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I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember… I’ll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism  (via thatkindofwoman)

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and all his life he would remember the curve of her throat with her head pushed back into the heather roots…

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls


If I die I’m sorry for your loss

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These are the usual results of me flirting 

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please stop acting like you are a superior life form for not typing “x” and then “D” in succession with your keyboard its literally an emoticon expressing happiness or laughter which you probably never experience with that huge metal pole shoved up your pretentious elitist ass