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We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut...
– unknown
May 2009
25 posts
Every day is like an amplified version of the day before
– Fabrizio (via fuckyeahthestrokes)
They used to tell us in rehab that something like 90% of your thoughts you’ve thought before. who’s original now bitch
Just one thing,” she says, raising her head and looking me straight in the eye....
– Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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Life isn’t supposed to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss....
– Barbara Sher (via hrrrthrrr)
Need to keep reminding myself of this particular one. One day at a time.
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
– Augusten Burroughs (via hrrrthrr?r)
There were always good intentions. Who decides what are flaws and what is just being human?
nedhepburn:
tumblr is like World Of Warcraft for people with feelings.
It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to.
– W.C. Fields (via affremblequotes)
September 2008
62 posts
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
– Oscar Wilde (via yesyes)
yesyes:
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body’s been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole. —Mark Strand
Love happens in the strangest way…
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justlia:
One of the best read tonight. So true.
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Via Sandie
September 06, 2008
by Karla Paez-
“I think we all fear it. That’s part of the package actually. It wouldn’t be worth as much if we didn’t fear it. Here are my thoughts on why.
Sometimes, love is intoxicating. Sometimes it winds around inside you, filling up every vacant space you have until it actually...
There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it.
– Hitchcock (via yesyes)
She felt her pounding heart. Her hands seemed to enclose it. She thought for the...
– Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? By Joyce Carol Oates (via jaim) (via finallyseeing)
today my whole body is lips
which cry your name aloud
– Urszula Kozioł (via finallyseeing)
We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me...
– Franz Kafka (via finallyseeing)
hell is relative
The puppet thinks:
It’s not so much
what they make me do
as their hands...
– Charles de Lint (via finallyseeing)
house.
her: i'm tired...i think it's time to go.
him: just a little longer.
her: we're always gonna want just a little longer.
him: i don't think i can do it.
her: it's okay.
him: it's not okay. why is it okay with you ? why aren't you angry ?
her: it's not the last feeling i want to experience.
I need a change from this burnout scene. Another time, another town, another...
– O.A.R. (via finallyseeing)
It’s amazing how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all...
– A guy in the coffee shop.
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A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then...
– Richard Siken (via finallyseeing)
we forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. we forget...
– joan didion (via paperbackgirl) (via finallyseeing)
because these things made us into different people. it would be too painful to constantly be reminded of the beautiful life that had to die in order for your current self to life..
Always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every...
– One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez (via ka-thea-han)
o i loooove this book. :)
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