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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept — our own selves — that we love.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via lavandula)

(Source: divine-despair, via lavandula)

Posted on Wednesday at 4:19pm
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