You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.
D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via bookmania)

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I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

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Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

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