apophenic dreams.

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in a casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

- C.S. Lewis

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13. (dependent upon whether or not we have the same blood types) We could go to hospital and get ourselves hooked up to a transfusion machine, and exchange all the blood in my system for all the blood in your system and vice versa. Preferably on the anniversary of something significant, and we had better be awake the whole time. Then I will have all of your blood and you’ll have all of mine, and it’ll be lovely.

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Also for you I will not use drugs, because well, when I’m with you I don’t need them. Even boredom is better with you John. I’ll still complain about it but at least, with you, well it’s not so bad.

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In here, this is where I live, all the time, forever. I locked myself in here a long time ago and until you I didn’t want a key, I didn’t want my freedom, I didn’t care what was outside. Outside was dull, but in here—in here there was a riot raging all the time and it was never boring, never dull, it never let me think or feel or understand what I was missing and then and then——and then there was you.

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‘We are bound to go.’

My answer was to rise from the table.

‘You are right, Holmes. We are bound to go.’

He sprang up and shook me by the hand.

‘I knew you would not shrink at the last,’ said he, and for a moment I saw something in his eyes which was nearer to tenderness than I had ever seen. The next instant he was his masterful, practical self once more.

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I’m not afraid to die. I’ve been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life. I truly, deeply, love you. And before we die I want you to know.

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From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you. And now that I’m with you again, I’m in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you—I can’t breathe. I’m haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything you ask.

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He’s my other half, between us we’d make one marvellous man, except that neither of us can sing. And Fan, you know that feeling when you just have to go out and find someone new or the world will die on you?

Permalink “The hand that I was holding then… was the only one I wanted to hold. Forever… always.” - NANA
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Write drunk; edit sober.

Permalink 140 years ago, beginning with the docking of the Black Ships in Japan, the Edo Era came to an end and entered the Bakumatsu, a period marked by chaos and violence. During this upheaval, a man known as Hitokiri Battousai emerged. As one of the most important hitokiris of the time, his sword paved the way for the Meiji Era. With the passing of time, he became a legend, known simply as “the strongest.” However, at the conclusion of the bloodshed, he disappeared. And so our story begins… In the eleventh year of the Meiji Era in Tokyo… Rurouni Kenshin, Vol. 1 Chapter 1: Kenshin - Himura Battousai
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So I raise a morphine toast to you all. And if you should happen to remember it’s the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me, and that you made my life a happy one. And there is no tragedy in that.

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