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The Words I Can't Say

This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.

David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks (via booksquoteslove)

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I need to go see a doctor but it’s 230 in the morning and im tired. I need to tell my mom at least :/
Which I won’t because I don’t want to disturb her