*we build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt*

29th July 2014

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28th July 2014

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I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)

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28th July 2014

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I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature. All of this is art to me.
—  Hunter Reveu  (via velveteeendreams)

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28th July 2014

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edbar1952:

James Dean.

With Sara Montiel and Ursula Andress.

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28th July 2014

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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth”  (via coffeekaling)

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28th July 2014

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I see you, and you see me. I experience you, and you experience me. I see your behaviour. You see my behaviour. But I do not and never have and never will see your experience of me. Just as you cannot “see” my experience of you.
R. D. Laing (via misswallflower)

24th July 2014

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24th July 2014

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legit-writing-tips:

writersyoga:

Quick 50 Writing Tools - Roy Peter Clark 

Some good info on here.

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24th July 2014

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She’d like to be indispensable; that’s what every woman wants.
Françoise Sagan (via misswallflower)

24th July 2014

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misswallflower:

“Twenty-first. Night. Monday. 
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing — who knows why— made up the tale that love exists on earth. People believe it, maybe from laziness or boredom, and live accordingly: they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting, and when they sing, they sing about love. But the secret reveals itself to some, and on them silence settles down… I found this out by accident 
and now it seems I’m sick all the time.”
- Anna Akhmatova,1917

misswallflower:

Twenty-first. Night. Monday. 

Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. 
Some good-for-nothing — who knows why— 
made up the tale that love exists on earth. 

People believe it, maybe from laziness 
or boredom, and live accordingly: 
they wait eagerly for meetings, fear parting, 
and when they sing, they sing about love. 

But the secret reveals itself to some, 
and on them silence settles down… 
I found this out by accident 

and now it seems I’m sick all the time.

Anna Akhmatova,1917