"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth."

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via larmoyante)

"My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been
myself. -"

Michelle K., First Love. (via shaymittchell)

(via shaymittchell)

cophinescockerspaniels:

accionerds:

Inmates and their crimes

actually Morello was arrested for planting an IED

(via lanaloveamanda)

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I came back to see your little face.

(Source: thecloneclub)

"I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found."

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via larmoyante)

elenamorelli:

{ afternoon on lake braies }

(via vanitywasted)

"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living."

Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

— Kurt Vonnegut (via munkstrap)

(Source: thecompleteillustrated, via dracodecorum)

"The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it."

— Beau Taplin (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)

I miss writing.

I miss writing.

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