“You are no longer here. So please leave.”— Iain Thomas
“He died. God, it’s still weird to write those words, he died.”—
Adieu, mon amour…
~about you
“I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.”— Charles Bukowski
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“I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.”— Charles Bukowski
“Maybe, sometimes, it’s easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they’ll always love you, no matter what.”— Ann Brashares
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