I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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Edinburgh, Scotland

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She burned too bright for this world.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via feellng)

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permutatio:

"I loved a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairytale."

Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton 

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