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“How many years does it take to forget a minute?”

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ig: annijor

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

When life just doesn't make sense.

“I keep thinking about that night. I held you close like a secret, afraid you’d slip right out from between my fingers if I loosened my grip. You looked at me like some people look at the moon, or so I was told. In hindsight, I never felt like you knew me. You never knew me at all. And I think that’s what I’ve come to regret the most - I almost gave you everything and you gave me nothing at all.”

— wasted nights / n.j.

Worlds enough for the both of us.