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I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who's going to love the girl that can't stop crying? The girl that is so sad she can't get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who's going to love the monster in me? ;
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
William Faulkner (via
emeponto)
