He was a strange child, prone to sadness.– Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution (via letusflyawayandtraveltheworld)
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Humans suck, thank god I'm a unicorn.
He starts singing. In some language I don’t know. It sounds old and...– Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
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letusflyawayandtraveltheworld: - Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice
IT'S MY FAVORITE TIME OF DAY, DRIVING YOU.
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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)
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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)