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Love me to my very bare soul, and when you meet its empty hole; Fill it with you wondrous things and make me whole once more

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

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'run a botanical garden? why darling, i would love to'

@6achvr

There, within the thing that pretends to be a cabin, is the one you love. You hold each other, whisper words of reassurance, but the place knows this comfort to be a lie, and laces upon it instead the awful fear of losing what you have.

Gestochen Scharf | Instagram: @gestochen_scharf

fake your death and move to a small village in southern Italy. you get a job working at a small bookshop. it doesn’t pay much but it’s enough to rent a small cottage on the out skirts of town. you finish your education on your own, not having to worry about teachers or due dates. you simply live out the rest of your life and not once do you cry yourself to sleep.