January 2012
Ah cher ami, how poor in invention men are! They always think one commits...
– Albert Camus (via coello)
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You spend 99% of your life looking for the other 1%. But it’s worth it.
– I Wrote This For You: The Incompleteness Of You (via nagging)
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There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face...
– Douglass Everett (via nagging)
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The world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
i have to go do ~social~ things now but i hope you all have a wonderful, safe New Year’s (blogging can be dangerous ok) you guys are great <3
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But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via venebelle)
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Anonymous asked: what do you look like?
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Anonymous asked: Your blog is absolutely lovely.
Before 2011 is over, I want someone to go to my...
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There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event...
– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via ventriloquistic)
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Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his...
– Robert Louis Stevenson (via anatomiques)
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in...
– T. S. Eliot (via andwhisper)
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No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise....
– Ernest Hemingway
Hands
these things that dust in words.
– Hoa Nguyen (via figmentspot)
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December 2011
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin — real life....
– Fr. Alfred D’Souza (via vashti)
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Autumn passed and Winter, and in the Spring, when the days grew warm and sunny,...
– Margery Williams (via slekes)
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I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone...
– Oscar Wilde (via girlinlondon)
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We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but...
– Henry David Thoreau (via anatomiques)
And then she would smile,
to show me how,
and it was the
saddest smile I ever...
– Charles Bukowski (via andwhisper)