we couldn't coexist
we couldn't coexist
[she felt] sorry for herself, for getting older, for being mortal, for all the music she still wanted to hear, the books she intended to read, the places she had meant to visit, the things she had promised herself she’d learn one day […] and probably never would because time was beginning to feel like a fast express train that no longer stopped at all the stations. Francesca Marciano, The Other Language (via quoted-books)

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Do you ever just miss how someone acted when you first met?

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