April 2011
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All the words that had come to pass when I sleep I forget. I know nothing of these words except they are for you. I dream of the most beautiful words when I sleep. My dreaming words, they are pure and my mind is as fickle as you are but they are one.
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oceanofmind: my head is constantly exploding
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I am delusional. I am mad. I am free.
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“Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is...”
– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
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