October 2011
He was a strange child, prone to sadness.
– Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution (via letusflyawayandtraveltheworld)
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write,...
– Graham Greene (via misswallflower)
Humans suck, thank god I'm a unicorn.
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He starts singing. In some language I don’t know. It sounds old and...
– Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
I don’t like hope very much… It’s the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you...
– Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution (via letusflyawayandtraveltheworld)
when the night is velvet black, and the stars are diamond bright, you will see...
– peter pan (via californiadimee)
"Men are either eaten up with arrogance or...
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- Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice
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IT'S MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY, DRIVING YOU.
lincinity:
IT’S THE SADDEST PART OF MY DAY, LEAVING YOU.
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a...
– Sylvia Plath (via rosadefuego)
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed...
– Charles Bukowski (via thenocturnals)
No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its...
– Ezra Pound (via bookmania)
We don’t stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.
– George Bernard Shaw (via quoteyard)
Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release.
Wish for falling through...
– Falling - Florence and The Machine. (via annanyff)
wingsforlashes:
Friday, October 29, 1943
I wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage. “Let me out, where there’s fresh air and laughter!” a voice within me cries. I don’t even bother to reply anymore, but lie down on the divan. Sleep makes the silence and the...
Take the word butterfly. To use this word it is not necessary to make the voice...
– How To Speak Poetry - Leonard Cohen (via clementinesmonsters)
Leonard Cohen, he’s your man. (via libraryland)
Loneliness does not come from having no people around one, but from being unable...
– Carl Jung (via mykindafairytalee)