Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

The Body (Stephen King)

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I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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