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A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via larmoyante) —
Ian McEwan, Atonement (via larmoyante) —

(Source: chaos7)
(Source: soul-eater-evans-weapon)
Locked arm in arm they cross the way
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day
The sable pride of night.
From lowered blinds the dark folk stare
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.
Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.
Countee Cullen, Tableau (via larmoyante) —
(Source: insubordinate-ruffian)
Body:
- Starve me.
- Torture me.
- Abuse me.
- Leave me for dead.
Heart:
- Tell me a loved one is dead.
- Take away a loved one.
- Torture a loved one.
Mind:
- Remind me of my failures.
- Remind me of the past.
- Remind me of those I hurt.
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via anonymousstarr) —