May 2013
100 posts
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the...
– Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via seabois)
from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no...
– Mary Oliver, Thirst (via in-the-light-of-love)
copenhague:
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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via daftcherub)
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul...
– Keith Miller (via creatingaquietmind)
I can’t live here
In my body, I mean
I can’t live in my body all the time, it...
– Andrea Gibson, “Royal Heart” (via choayo)
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
– Simone de Beauvoir (via mirroir)
Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of...
– The Fountain (via seabois)
Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In...
– Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via fawun)
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She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself...
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via seabois)
And so I am feeling numb. It’s a curious feeling, and I get it all the time. My...
– Laurie Halse Anderson, Madness (via seabois)