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You said “I love you” like it was an apology.
It was as if your brain and mouth couldn’t quite agree on whether to say that or “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Because you’d come to discover that love was an aching sort of happiness. Broken and somehow whole at the same time, and it makes you feel undeserving and small.
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Miss L. C. Berger and an unidentified woman (possibly Miss M. Wilzinski) sparring in Chicago, 1902.
Chicago Daily News photograph
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The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine (via gypsy-sunday)
This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media.
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