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The Philadelphia Inquirer, Pennsylvania, December 7, 1922

“I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am - the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just the ones who got there first.”

— Neil Gaiman

It never worked out. Why force it.

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Concour that.

“Your kisses on my neck are so loving and emotional yet so heated and uncontrollable.”

— k.b. // please never stop kissing me like that

I love how everyone in California either thought it was North Korea bombing us or aliens. There was no other option. We have no chill, lol.