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“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting”


I’m a piece of shit

If I ever let you down, it’s not because I don’t love you. It’s because I don’t love myself.
— William Chapman (via psych-facts)
Memories are worse than bullets.
—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via wishesunheard)

(Source: bibliophilebunny)