The truth is that there are a lot of people like you, us, with strange hobbies...– Ned, Pushing Daisies (via jaclynpaige)
I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents....– Henry Rollins (via musingsinfemininity) Yea!
texturism: i brought my hands to my breast, ducked my head, and dived, using my hands to push the water aside. the water pressed in on my eardrums and on my heart. i fanned myself down, but before i knew where i was, the water had spat me up into the sun, the world was sparkling all about me like blue and green and yellow precious stones. the bell jar by sylvia plath
A life without love is like a year without summer.– Swedish proverb (via soul-ma-tes)
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You are the feeling of absolute contentment that fills my slumber.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall...– Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via aubreyroad)
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the...– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thatkindofwoman)
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aubreyroad: “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you….
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...– Bob Marley (via aubreyroad)
We were together. I forget the rest.– Walt Whitman (via Nicole)
Nothing can hurt you if you are grateful.– anonymous (via aubreyroad)