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"I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing."
Haruki Murakami, South Of The Border, West Of The Sun (via obdormio)
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"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
Charles Bukowski (via aeloquence)
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