February 2012
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Sometimes I take out my passport,
look at the photograph of myself
(not...
– Richard Brautigan (via terramantra)
November 21. Complete futility. Sunday. A more than ordinarily sleepless night....
– Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923
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The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...
– 1984, George Orwell
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I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be...
– Simone de Beauvoir (via iwantyourmoney)
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours,...
– Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye (via light-essence)
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.
– Kazuo Ishiguro (via ageunknown)
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
– Oscar Wilde (via afterthenight)
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from...
– The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (via iwantyourmoney)
Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do...
– W. S. Merwin
(via divisionoftheself)
Nor is it perhaps real love when I say that for me you are the most beloved;...
– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
(via amatoriae)
Learn to love solitude – to be more alone with yourselves. The problem with...
– Andrei Tarkovsky
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I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they...
– Ellen Hopkins (via nuaira)
I am all my flaws,
mistakes, heartbreaks and failures.
Do you love me still?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via iwantyourmoney)