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Kuroshitsuji / Yana Toboso’s Blog! / Vincent Phantomhive

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“To see and feel one’s beloved naked for the first time is one of life’s pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include that truth of contact or be forever hollow. To make love to the one true person who deserves that love is one of the few absolute rewards of being a human being, balancing all of the pain, loss, awkwardness, loneliness, idiocy, compromise, and clumsiness that go with the human condition. To make love to the right person makes up for a lot of mistakes.”

Dan Simmons, The Rise of Endymion

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mega-irekas:

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“Well, I’m not fine as in fine, but I’m fine as in you don’t have to worry about me.

"Out of the Chute." House M.D.

peacemenow:

“The sun setting. The lawns on fire.
The lost day, the lost light.
Why do I love what fades?”

Mark Strand, opening strophe to “The Guardian,” from Darker: Poems (Atheneum, 1971)

Weaving through the spaces of the hordes of buildings burning in the summer heat,
We’ll eventually descend, pulling that trigger at the very end.

“You just don’t know writers. They’ll use anything, anybody. They’ll eat their young.”

Dennis Potter 

I wanted you to love me but I was a bit frightened // Jean-Paul Sartre.

Rain makes everything better.
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I + II

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