we are lost in a love paradox

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts

—Edgar Allan Poe (via at0msk)

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Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?

You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.

—Maya Angelou  (via shaktilover)

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We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

—Carl Sagan (via larmoyante)

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I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

—Ursula K. Le Guin (via larmoyante)

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