January 2012
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Hell isn’t other people. Hell is yourself.
– Ludwig Wittgenstein
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
– Franz Kafka (via liberumarbitriumindifferentiae)
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Since my heart placed me
on board your drifting ship,
not one day has passed...
– Ono No Komachi, Japanese (born 834?)
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Maybe I’m dreaming you. Maybe you’re dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each...
– Audrey Niffenegger (via indubio)
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Days go by in lonely rooms,
we can hide ourselves inside them.
Winter gloves...
– Motorama
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