Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
quoted by Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves  (via chandr-a)

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: posted 2 days ago


“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

posted 2 days ago
Posted: 2 days ago jada111:

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Wake Up Alone by Amy Winehouse
posted 3 days ago
I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
quoted by Hayao Miyazaki (via milktalk)

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: posted 3 days ago
My ability to give was limited, I was not inexhaustible. I was not serene, not really. I wanted things, for myself.
quoted by Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle  (via commanderspock)

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: posted 3 days ago
She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
quoted by Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via siftingflour)

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: posted 3 days ago
I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?
quoted by Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase   (via goghst)

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: posted 4 days ago
Posted: 4 days ago


"but i have an infinite tenderness for you. that, i’ll always have. all my life long." 

— blue is the warmest color (2013)

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posted 4 days ago