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I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via hunybee)

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I know I’m quiet, and I know I should speak more, but if you knew the things that were going on in my head most of the time you’d know what it really meant; how much we’re alike and how we’ve been through the same things, and that you’re not small, you’re beautiful.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky (via blua)

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