August 2011
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“He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being...”
– Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via shessuchacharmer-oh-no)
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“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As...”
– Cornelia Funke (via loveyourchaos)
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That may have been waay too many pizza rolls.
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