April 2013
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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
– (via foxgrl)
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monachopsis
n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
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A psychotic is a person who’s just found out what’s going on.
– William S. Burroughs (via blua)
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“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.”
—Charles Bukowski
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The best thing about you, was me.
– Lie To The Truth, The Young Veins. (via fatifer)
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She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.
– Jean Rhys (via pomeray)
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I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions,...
– Patricia McCormick, Cut (via froideurs)
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when I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind
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There are people who cannot resist the desire to get into a cage with wild...
– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via brutalite)
March 2013
19 posts
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Find me now. Before someone else does.
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via jongy)
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personal shared blog with friends, live photography
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Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other...
– Kurt Vonnegut (via juliafae)
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It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful.
– Anton LaVey (via are-you—watching-closely)