She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via flotes)

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You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides (via bl-ossomed)

(via indsie)

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did she make your heart beat faster than I could?

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