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❝ Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. ❞
Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

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❝ All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair ❞
Mitch Albom (The Five People You Meet In Heaven)

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So I finished 1984 on the train this morning and it was brilliant, but terrifying. It scares me to think that we could quite easily develop and live in a world where we have no single aspect of privacy. To wake up one morning and have everything we’ve ever fought for, simply disappear. It’s unsettled me and I’m not sure I like the feeling. 

Not only that, I’m now trying to think of what Room 101 would hold for me. I’ve got an idea, but I’m not quite sure I want to admit it to myself. 

youwilltakeawaymypride:

I love when I’m reading a book and I get completely soaked into it. I start picturing the story line in my head and I don’t know where I am anymore. I get lost in good books. And then someone calls my name or I have to put the book down and I snap back into reality. I love that feeling. 

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