Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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Ophelia to Hamlet, Act III, Scene II
or, Hamlet to Ophelia, Act V, Scene I (via incorrectshakespeare) |
I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you
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| — | (via nakedly) |
i could write you a paragraph about how the way you smile gives me butterflies. i could write you a page about how my skin tingles after you touch it. i could write you an essay on how often i get lost in your ocean blue eyes. i could write you a novel about how much i love you… but you wouldn’t read it.
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| — | you wouldn’t care (via bluerainjacket) |
