In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name.
— Virgin Suicides (Jeffrey Eugenides, 1993) (via peep-toe-shoes)
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