June 2012
“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences,...”
– C. S. Lewis (via amorette)
“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I...”
– Walt Whitman (via pavorst)
May 2012
“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via sadseas)
lorarouge:
my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment
the answer is always yes
andrafleish:
There’s a war inside my head, I’d say I’m getting used to it, I’m getting over it, I’m getting back in bed.
fleurishes:
The missing comes slowly, like aging does, comes quietly in the night while sleep clings to my lashes and cheekbones and mouth. One day I woke up and everything was different. I could see people I’d run into by accident, snatches of grass or dirt or hair or more skin on an arm or calf after stepping out of the shower. I am made of missing, of constantly reaching and yearning for...
“some symphonies remind me of certain cities and certain rooms,
make me realize...”
– Bukowski (via coffeeislovely)
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via musingsinfemininity)
“For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.”
– Tom Mcneal (via calloway)
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