this is my little haven-like corner; my little bunny-hole of irrationality. { tagged/ me}
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there were flowers in her hand (by Teresa Q)
"   I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.   "
-Sylvia Plath  (via fuckinq)
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