More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
—Paula McLain | The Paris Wife
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Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath by aepocrypha
Keroppi Green Tea Macaron ^-^
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