Love Conquers All.
Taylor, coffee addict, Washington

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Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. - Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via writurs)
And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center. - Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry  (via weepling)