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When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Haruki Murakami (村上 春樹), “Sputnik Sweetheart” (via desalpes)

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It’s a sad day when you find out that it’s not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.

Lillian Hellman (1905 - 1984)

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A little damage makes people more interesting, right?

Catherine Hapka, Something Borrowed  (via broptimus-prime)

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The sadness will last forever.

Suicide note of Vincent van Gogh (via veg-pits)

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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut (via bellefleur-s)

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