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estnespes: bon-bon: We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect...
Turn you over, there’s the place for the address. Wish you were here. Love...– From Postcards by Margaret Atwood (via estnespes)