She Still Believes...



What Do You Want?  
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Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice

Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice

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It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you’re ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. Nathan Scott

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I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real. Marc Jacobs 

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You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear. Oscar Wilde

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Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
Ernest Hemingway ― A Farewell to Arms 

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