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[…] And I saw him looking over at me with an expression as close to a reminiscent smile as the occasion would permit, and I knew that he had been surprised by a memory either of devotion or my little buried catastrophe. I gave him a gentle uncomprehending look in return. I am a grown-up woman now; let him unbury his own catastrophes.
Alice Munro, An Ounce of Cure (via nineteencigarettes)

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Today a very nice man told me that God talked to him and said I was an Angel. He then said that he could see my wings and that I had to try them out when I went to Heaven and, despite not believing in God or Heaven, I couldn’t help but be moved.

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In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
Neal Shusterman, Unwind (via larmoyante)

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