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Anaïs, I don’t know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.
- Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin (via
The trouble is, you think you have time.
- Buddha (via
Do not let what he wants eclipse what you need. He’s very dreamy, but he is not the sun. You are.
- Greys Anatomy (via