May 2012
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“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you...”
– C. S. Lewis (via 4mbivalent)
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May 4th
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“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you...”
– The Fortunes of Indigo Skye by Deb Caletti  (via anditslove)
May 4th
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This test that has been floating around →
I’m actually scared. What the hell is this? It knows something… You do have the ability to make emotional and physical connections to those around you and to receive pleasure from romantic attachments, however there is a distinct sense of isolation and loneliness present. You tend to withdraw from others emotionally as a means of protecting yourself which can lead to a feedback loop...
May 4th
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rideuntilthenightend asked: hi there! :) you have absoulutely cool blog! love the words and love u! <3
May 3rd
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“April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the...”
– Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via manstarr)
May 3rd
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“I’ll admit the Romans had a point. You gotta live life. And living means that...”
– Grey’s Anatomy (via anditslove)
May 3rd
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“Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.”
– Aravind Adiga, White Tiger (via pavorst)
May 3rd
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“I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What...”
– Anna Kamienska, from A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)
May 3rd
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“Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you stumble onto...”
– Ann Landers  (via paperlover)
May 3rd
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“Once again, she asked me what I meant. And again, my heart was in my words, but...”
– Dance Dance Dance Submitted by what-comes-to-mind (via harukimurakami)
May 3rd
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survivingwinteratthequator: She loved the streets. Streets of bustling cities, where the people formed overlapping blurs in camera clicks. People, each with their stories and invisible baggage that didn’t show in the frames. Their flamboyant outfits and technological accessories, brushing by each other without as much as a passing acknowledgement. They were somewhere else even as they are here...
May 3rd
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May 2nd
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