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VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)
(Source: silhouettesofspilledink)
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Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: pavorst)
