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#tweegram  (Taken with instagram)

confessiontomake:

#tweegram (Taken with instagram)

aseaofquotes:

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

aseaofquotes:

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore; there is a society, where none intrudes: by the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more
Lord Byron (via blankgeneration-)
I’d always thought that my awkwardness was a thin veil disguising the real me. The me that would one day find some beautiful, intelligent boy who’d recognize me as his soul mate. The me who was secretly pretty and stylish if only someone would lift the veil and see. But I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.
Sarra Manning (via librarian-esque)
contusioni:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941.  Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.

contusioni:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.

On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941.  Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.

Les grandes personnes aiment les chiffres. Quand vous leur parlez d’un nouvel ami, elles ne vous questionnent jamais sur l’essentiel. Elles ne vous disent jamais : « Quel est le son de sa voix ? Quels sont les jeux qu’il préfère ? Est-ce qu’il collectionne les papillons ? » Elles vous demandent : « Quel âge a-t-il ? Combien a-t-il de frères ? Combien pèse-t-il ? Combien gagne son père ? » Alors seulement elles croient le connaître. Si vous dites aux grandes personnes : « J’ai vu une belle maison en briques roses, avec des géraniums aux fenêtres et des colombes sur le toit… » elles ne parviennent pas à s’imaginer cette maison. Il faut leur dire : « J’ai vu une maison de cent mille francs. » Alors elles s’écrient : « Comme c’est joli ! »
Le Petit Prince (via guinnessandguineapigs)

youngthegiant:

“West Virginia” In The Open Session

lecosechetidevo:

Dovremmo avere tutti qualcuno che ci abbracci fino a toglierci il fiato, che ci faccia dimenticare il perchè siamo tristi, che ci lasci addosso il suo profumo dopo averci stretto forte per farci passare la paura.

Beginners (2011)
  • Hal:

    Well, let's say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn't come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.

  • Oliver:

    I'd wait for the lion.

  • Hal:

    That's why I worry about you.

Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
Richard Siken (via loverofstories)
No, I don’t think you’re gonna be single forever, and also I don’t understand your obsession with romantic love. There are other ways to have fulfilling relationships that can sustain you and make your life great and fun, other than having a sexualized relationship. It’s not the only kind of fulfilling human interaction. So, even if you are single forever that doesn’t mean that you’ve had some kind of failed life.
John Green (x)
When was the last time you wanted to say it all to the right person? To have it all come out right, to surprise yourself at how together you could be. When was the last time you ever met someone who made you want to give it all to them? I mean give yourself to them. Where you couldn’t express yourself enough - like you wanted to cut off one of your arms to be understood. That’s it - you would cut your head off to have someone understand you. You know how pointless that one is. You know how many times you’ve smashed yourself to bits on the rocks.
Henry Rollins (via abangnotawhimper)
Je marche sous des cieux qui me rappellent un peu la couleur de ta flamme
Quand le rouge et le bleu donnent aux amoureux des beautés océanes
Moi, je fuyais l’amour parce que j’avais trop peur, oui, trop peur d’en mourir
Mais à trop fuir l’amour, c’est l’amour qui nous meurt avant que de nous fuir
Saez - Je suis perdu (via lamemoiredesjours)