There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl  (via perfectiondoesntlast)

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Seventeen seems like the perfect age. Not naive like sixteen. Not feeling the pressures of daunting adulthood like eighteen. Just plain and simple, seventeen.

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Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via tullysansa)

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