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“Which solitude is the one in which the snake caresses us and licks our cheeks...”
– E. M. Cioran, The Book of Delusions, Hyperion v.1, 2010, trans. Camelia Elias (via proustitute)
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Fuck you, hormones! I haven’t been this horny in YEARS!
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