Sonntag, 29. Juli 2007
i wait.
But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings; for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought, but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.
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MAN THIS BOOK IS GOOD.
i would write something deep and beautiful....but no word, no sound, no smell, could ever compare to the beauty of your soul...im more than glad...more than extatic...more than blessed to know you.<3
I miss you.♥
what book is that?
1984, sistah.
ahhh, right.shoulda guessed; you've been talking about it a lot lately. :)
because it's so good!have you read it?
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