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Typewriter series 2
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“Untitled”
Typewriter series 2
Follow me: http://igonza.tumblr.com
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You’re perfect ugh.
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Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important in your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations.
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I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.
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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Second time reblogged. forever reblogging.
I reblog this every time I come across it.
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
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