Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the...– Shel Silverstein
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never...– Haruki Murakami
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well....– Jane Austen
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a...– Nicole Krauss, History of Love
I think that if I ever have kids and they are upset, I won’t tell them that...– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming...– Marcel Proust (via clavicola)
He’s not a poet, but I can tell from the way that he traced the curve of my...– 30, Shinji Moon (via clavicola)
I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such...– John Keats
I don’t really know what “intellectual” means, but if it means you’ve got a...– Pete Doherty
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...– Sigmund Freud
It’s raining on my roof and I’m in the attic listening to soothing music and feeling happy but sad at the same time.
No one cares unless you’re pretty or dying.
You are covered by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. I watch...– Jane Murray
That’s why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so...– Pablo Neruda
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an...– Augusten Burroughs, Dry
Goodnight Time for a T-Swift-athon and some late night study!
fleurishes: I like November because of the sky. I like its gray spaces and how the clouds swirl together in other different shades of gray. November is a reprieve from caramelized October. I remember not liking November when I was younger because it seemed like everything was dying, like all the color was being erased from the world like a bleach. Now I know better. November is the time to rest...
Confession: I find it really hard to let people know the real me. Not many people really know me. I have a permanent wall set up around me. I don’t want to be in here, but it’s comfortable.
dear lord its me →
The Hunger Games film looks really good but now I am already starting to forget what the characters in my head looked like.
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For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even...– Andrew Solomon