Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
-Cesare Pavese (via thecyberniche)
dated - 21 April 2012
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dated - 3 April 2012
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dated - 3 April 2012
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Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.
-Good Will Hunting (via loveandsomeotherverses)
dated - 3 April 2012 tagged - ayan
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Because Hagi is freakin’ handsome. (fangirl shriek)
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dated - 2 April 2012 tagged - Hagi Blood+
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Olympus Mons volcano - tallest mountain in the solar system.
dated - 5 December 2011
The artist and filmmaker Miranda July presents portraits of the sad, joyous and weird lives of Los Angeles residents.
dated - 5 December 2011
mols:
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
dated - 3 December 2011
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dated - 29 November 2011
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Dear Holly,
I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean, you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon…but I have a feeling this is the last letter. Because there’s only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp. You can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me. You made me a man by loving me, Holly…and for that I am eternally grateful. Literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad…or unsure…or you lose complete faith…that you’ll try and see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I? You made my life, Holly, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you.
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dated - 23 November 2011
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dated - 19 November 2011
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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
-Choke; Chuck Palahniuk (via loveandsomeotherverses)
dated - 18 November 2011
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You always have a choice. It’s just that some people make the wrong one.
-Nicholas Sparks (submitted by waveofeuphoria)
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dated - 13 November 2011
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dated - 10 November 2011 tagged - sweet moments
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Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun - drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
-(via tothemoonandbackagain) (via devincastro)
dated - 10 November 2011
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