How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via larmoyante)
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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
Oscar Wilde (via thefagartist)
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Take me in small doses; I’ll take you all at once.
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