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Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via flentes)
Last night made me think so different. I don’t want this, but it’s happening. Nothing can stop it.





