You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
- Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via halluzinogen)
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She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via vehxt)
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