lonely.
becoming a jackal.
My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
― Pablo Neruda (via
how-far-is-heaven
)
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We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
―
Orson Welles
(via
flentes
)
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