and at once i knew i was not magnificent
paranoid android
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And I have still other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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宮本 武蔵
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Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.

— Haruki Murakami

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The Indifferent Sublime, John Tottenham
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20:23 paintdeath:

"Somebody like you can really make things all right for me." (Requiem for a Dream, 2000)
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