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whiterabbitjetpack asked:

You sir! You recommended/informed me of a book when I last encountered you in Republic of Pie. Can you give me the title? All I remember was that it was a lesbian love story and the prose was beautiful.

Ah, yes! “Written On the Body” by Jeanette Winterson. She’s the author, though it’s not NECESSARILY a lesbian love story as the narrator is genderless. Marvelous book. I happen to know you can get it for $5 at The Last Bookstore : ) ENJOY!

If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via blackbruise)


We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn. Your love for him is the same—it runs wild and free. Like the air around you, it stretches all across the world, it does not leave a single thing untouched. You carry that love with you, like a bright and blazing beacon, a straight line from your heart to his.
Lang Leav (via lovequotesrus)
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