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“ She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected."
- Ayn Rand
1 comment on i think of you in colors that don't exist.
aSweetDisaster April 21, 2011
this is incredibly cute
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