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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.
—Neruda
I know I shouldn’t, but I love her so very much.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game
I laughed, I cried, I jumped around screaming like a 12 year old.
Guilty pleasure.
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Google the lyrics, listen to the song, appreciate.
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Every summer’s approach makes me look forward to winter.
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Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
—On The Road by Jack Kerouac
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What I’d rather be doing.
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