You’ve a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere (via wordsnquotes)
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Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
That’s life for you… Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can’t hurt you no more.
I wanted to hurt him."
“Why?”
“Because he had hurt me.”
“Why?”
“Because people hurt each other. That’s what people do.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via writurs)

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