February 2012
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I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via saddest-summer)
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Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage?...
– Anne Carson
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Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...
– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...
– Evelyn Waugh (via misswallflower)
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I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened...
– Jodi Picoult (My Sister’s Keeper)
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Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can...
– Cynthia Hand, Hallowed (via larmoyante)
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There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in...
– Nietzsche (via missstaceylauren)
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One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns...
– The Tracey Fragments (via formallymaura)
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The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.
– Arundhati Roy (via fleurishes)
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Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I...
– Anaïs Nin (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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