July 2011
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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...
– Anaïs Nin (via incapacityinc)
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Anonymous asked: Will you link me to your ff account? :)
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QuillSpirit135, my username. Tell me yours, sweetheart?
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He was dark, he was filled with stories like the serpent in myths; each white...
– James Salter, Light Years (via bookdweeb)
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kristophwaltz asked: You are beautiful and evocative. If I told you that you reminded me of Luna, with the way you can see what we mundanes can not, would you be offended?
I love the words. I hope you understand.
I love the words. I hope you understand.
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We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories...
– Milan Kundera (via atomos)
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The great blessing of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut...
– Seneca (via lewiatan)
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paperbagmachine asked: Because if you WERE a boy they'd all be drooling over your intellectual blog... or tumblr. That's my theory anyways.
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Anonymous asked: Its not a blog. Its a tumblr.
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Anonymous asked: Are you a boy, or are you a girl?
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Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence
– Arabic proverb (via celestej)
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oleandermilk-deactivated2011120 asked: Our eyes first met over a bonfire held in late summer. We did not speak until the start of term, when he chose to sit by me in a room of empty chairs.
When he is around, I feel completely and utterly safe. I feel that no harm could come to me if I am nestled into his arms. The mere presence of him in the room lifts my spirits from the deepest of sadness. My heart skips a beat each...
When he is around, I feel completely and utterly safe. I feel that no harm could come to me if I am nestled into his arms. The mere presence of him in the room lifts my spirits from the deepest of sadness. My heart skips a beat each...
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The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.
– Carlos Castaneda (via lastwaltzinvienna)
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Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
– Sylvia Plath, from Ariel (via mellifluoussounds)
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I was born in rain and I will die in rain.
– Frida Kahlo (via sleepinginthesnow)
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Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the...
– Anne Rice (via atramentum)
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He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via quercetum)
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Anonymous asked: Do you have a Goodreads?
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It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road,...
– JRR Tolkien (via ohcaptainmycaptain-)
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Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle...
– Virginia Woolf (via sacrificum)
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