Call me Lean, you don't know me.
"   I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.   "
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun 
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"   There was that coldness inside me. I wasn’t myself. I felt hollow and dangerous.   "
Tim O’Brien, “The Things They Carried” 
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I’m so out of time, miss tumblr.

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