I'd rather be under you
I'd rather be under you

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The year is 2060. iPhone 842 is released. The screen touches you

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If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today. John Fowles, The Magus (via wordsnquotes)

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Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy. Anaïs NinDelta of Venus (via wordsnquotes)

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I am left unsatisfied and empty. It is a feeling that never seems to pass. Haleth-the-Hunter (via wordsnquotes)

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Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself. Franz Kafka, Diaries (via wordsnquotes)

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Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you’ve had a chance to reconsider, or even to think. Alice HoffmanPractical Magic (via wordsnquotes)

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She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. Joyce Maynard Labor Day (via wordsnquotes)

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Hope was always out ahead of fact, possibility obscured the outlines of reality. Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via wordsnquotes)

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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity. Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

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You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist in a half-world suspended between two superstructures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. You are strong, but there is a flaw in your strength, and unless you learn to control it the flaw will prove stronger than your strength and defeat you. The flaw? Explosive emotional reaction out of all proportion to the occasion. Why? Why this unreasonable anger at the sight of others who are happy or content, this growing contempt for people and the desire to hurt them? All right, you think they’re fools, you despise them because their morals, their happiness is the source of your frustration and resentment. But these are dreadful enemies you carry within yourself—in time destructive as bullets. Mercifully, a bullet kills its victim. This other bacteria, permitted to age, does not kill a man but leaves in its wake the hulk of a creature torn and twisted; there is still fire within his being but it is kept alive by casting upon it faggots of scorn and hate. He may successfully accumulate, but he does not accumulate success, for he is his own enemy and is kept from truly enjoying his achievements. Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (via wordsnquotes)

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