“Every night before putting her to sleep, he counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
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“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”
— Charles Bukowski
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“I’m so different and alone and strange”
— Me, a generic teen girl who is exactly like everyone else in the world (via selfinspiration)
(Source: allmymetaphors, via selfinspiration)
