January 2009
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R: Sarah, I don't have any boobs.
S: I know. Neither do I. We are not so blessed.
R: It's depressing.
S: No, depressing is when your boyfriend breaks up with you. We can fix our boobs, we can stuff our bras. Boys, not so easy.
S: Do you love her? T: I don’t know. S: Then you don’t. via: sabino (via: wasteland)
"On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful... →
A story by Haruki Murakami.
flawlessfumbles: myserendipities: via ysabel
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First Kiss, April Lindner
reblogged from unexcitable:
This collision of teeth, of tongues and lips, is like feeling for the door in a strange room, blindfolded. He imagines he knows her after four dates, both of them taking pains to laugh correctly, to make eye contact. She thinks at least this long first kiss postpones the moment she’ll have to face four white walls, the kitchen table, its bowl of dry...
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I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,...
– Natalie Dorsch
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