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I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things. Morrissey in the June 14, 1986 issue of Sounds (via fuckyeahmoz)
She kept asking me if I was okay throughout the whole night and every time she did I wouldn’t answer, I would just keep walking further away from the front door of the bar. Finally she asked one last time and you stood and walked straight to me, grabbed my neck and kissed my lips.
After that she didn’t ask anymore.
– Letters to them (Tinawunder & Wylee)

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