"He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via larmoyante)

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Anonymous said: You seem like someone who could possibly understand me, or at least help my wounded heart. But I could never give my identity away

Why would letting yourself be known be that bad?

In any case, you should only do what you are comfortable with. Although, it is often easier to confide in someone else than keep your thoughts and emotions bottled up.

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Anonymous said: You seem like a beautiful person. just thought you should know

AWWWWWW! Thank you so much! And you do too! =3 This made my day!

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