June 2012
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to...
– Anaïs Nin
the little things →
lu-ella:
nice soap
discovering a really good band
waking up with a few hours left of sleep
candles with wax dripping down the sides
finding undamaged shells on the beach
hand written letters
your grandmother’s glass cabinets filled with odd collections
old photos
flirting with someone you…
if you were mine →
lu-ella:
if you were mine, i’d bake you cupcakes and make you lick off the icing before you do anything else. i’d go on walks with you around our neighbourhood, early in the morning, late at night. i’d kiss your ankles and tickle your arm until you fall asleep, no matter how tired i was myself. i’d pinky…
blogsecret:
You. You ran before I could. You made me feel all these feelings I haven’t felt for a really long time then one day you just decided to pack up and leave. The reason you gave was that you got scared. But don’t we all get scared, my love? Why won’t you brave the tough seas with me? I miss you, so dearly. Come back to me.
This place is in my head and no matter where I run, it’s always here, all around...
– I Wrote This For You: The Joys Of Agoraphobia (via anditslove)
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know...
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bookmania)
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little-insanity:
Pretty sure I’m in motherfuckinglove with Atticus Finch.
Sure I will marry Atticus.
You know what's kind of beautiful?
anditslove:
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or...
– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via bookmania)
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she...
– Audrey Hepburn
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their...
– Oscar Wilde
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and...
– Victor Hugo
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Do you ever feel that you already try to be kind to people with all the best way you can do but it’s still not enough. Even if you already sacrifice your own happiness for a long time, it will never be enough for them.
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come...
– Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping...
– Jeannette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry (via bookmania)
In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defense of the...
– George Orwell (via atomos)
Shall I?” I said briefly; and I looked at his features, beautiful in their...
– Charlotte Brontë (via atomos)
Time is very slow for those who wait
Very fast for those who are scared
very...
– William Shakespeare