March 2012
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February 2012
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morganmartinez:
“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly. “Augustus,” I said. “I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that...
I don’t feel good. I feel like I’m going to explode everywhere. God, that sounds weird, but my stomach is killing me and I think I’m going to die. Over dramatic Lindsey, so typical!
dnlfn:
There’s a kind of love that sits inside you and hums to itself like a content old man in a sunsoaked rockingchair whose life has, miracle of miracles, been enough for him. It doesn’t want or look or grieve—it has everything it ever wanted to find and has found, miracle of miracles, a way to keep it all. It doesn’t fade or regret or forget—it is complete and, like most things complete,...
