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“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”
— E.E. Cummings
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the way being hungry literally makes you evil
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Holding hands while driving is just idk. luv that shit
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- A onda?
- Ništa. Od tad više nismo pričali. I nije me nikad više zagrlio.
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