March 2012
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On my last night on earth, I won’t look to the sky, Just breathe in the air, And...
– Noah And The Whale (via c0bainn)
What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a...
– Gustave Flaubert (via larmoyante)
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From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember...
– Cormac McCarthy (The Road)
February 2012
We succeeded in taking that picture from deep space, and, if you look at it, you...
– Carl Sagan (via airudite)
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner...
– T.H. White (via gildings)
I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling...
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via venula)
Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will...
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via arreter)
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I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...
– Voltaire (via slekes)
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Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all. Time bares...
– Stephen King (via indicio)
I’m attracted to the idea of drowning, or rather the idea of jumping off and...
– Florence Welch (via killmepills)
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Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo...
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via 4mbivalent)
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You cannot love everyone; it is ridiculous to think you can. If you love...
– Anton LaVey (via i-moon-shine)
it’s weird how much people change. for example, when i was a kid i loved all of...
– Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (via 6promises)
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I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, or how lonely the room which it...
– Arthur Conan Doyle, Through The Magic Door (via 4mbivalent)
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I guess the first time I remember feeling anything was when I used to watch...
– Thoughts (28.02.2012)
We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realize that we’re all going...
– Irvine Welsh (via tantum)
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists,...
– Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)