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(via neenorroar)
Posted on March 16, 2013 via Inspiration 4 Good with 9 notes
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You think relationships are difficult? Try friendships. Try courting someone in order to convince them to join you in some nameless, shapeless Platonic complication — forever. Convince an adult stranger that you are worth a healthy slice of their limited time and energy without the prize of sex or romance.
Laura Jayne Martin(via newbeginnings2013)
Posted on March 6, 2013 via turquoisebeads with 47,626 notes
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I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
Voltaire (via likeafieldmouse)(via littlebrokencloud)
Posted on February 26, 2013 via not shaking the grass with 32,156 notes
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Posted on February 26, 2013 via Everything Inspiring.. with 15,622 notes
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(via nomuseneeded)
Posted on February 20, 2013 via It's a Writer Thing with 66 notes
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If in 100 years I am only known as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes then I will have considered my life a failure.
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And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.
Edgar Allan Poe, Romance (via clarabow)(via monicajcheney-stevenson)
Posted on February 12, 2013 via s e a b o i s *:・゚✧ with 5,365 notes
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But even if writing is there, always ready to scream, to cry, one does not write it. Emotions of that order, very subtle, very profound, very carnal, and essential, and completely unpredictable, can hatch entire lives in a body. That is what writing is. It’s the pace of the written word passing through your body. Crossing it. That’s where one starts to talk about those emotions that are hard to say, that are so foreign, and yet that suddenly grab hold of you.
Marguerite Duras (via man-of-prose)(via praxilla)
Posted on February 12, 2013 via A Man of Prose with 39 notes
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Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
Deepak Chopra(via in-mo-tion)
Posted on February 10, 2013 via séduisant with 9,665 notes
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I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of the glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.
Lemony Snicket (via didyougetmytext)(via monicajcheney-stevenson)
Posted on February 10, 2013 via well you didn't text me back with 352 notes
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The most wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Bram Stoker, Dracula (via seabois)(via anometalblack)
Posted on February 6, 2013 via s e a b o i s *:・゚✧ with 3,498 notes
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Posted on January 31, 2013 with 19 notes
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(via bookhangovers)
Posted on January 29, 2013 via Awake.Blessed.Alive with 1,316 notes
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Anyone moderately familiar with the rigours of composition will not need to be told the story in detail; how he wrote and it seemed good; read and it seemed vile; corrected and tore up; cut out; put in; was in ecstasy; in despair; had his good nights and bad mornings; snatched at ideas and lost them; saw his book plain before him and it vanished; acted his people’s parts as he ate; mouthed them as he walked; now cried; now laughed; vacillated between this style and that; now preferred the heroic and pompous; next the plain and simple now the vales of Tempe; then the fields of Kent or Cornwall; and could not decide whether he was the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.
~Virginia Woolf (Orlando)





