(via myinkstainedheart)
"Don’t let yourself be weighed down by what other people think, because in a few years, in a few decades, or in a few centuries, that way of thinking will have changed. Live now what others will only live in the future."
— Paulo Coelho (via theworldismadeofwords)
"There are 6,775,235,842 people in the world. Why are you letting one of them ruin your life?"
— Alfredo Flores (via theworldismadeofwords)
"She wasn’t doing a thing I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together."
— J. D. Saligner
A Girl I Knew (via theworldismadeofwords)
"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age."
— Sylvia Plath (via theworldismadeofwords)
(via almostvalentine)
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(via almostvalentine)
"Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air."
the way someone drowning
remembers the air."
— Tim Seibles (via larmoyante)
"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again."
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again."
— Finn Butler (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: excessivebookshelf, via almostvalentine)
"Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious."
— Cornelia Funke (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante)
"You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never loses. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?"
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via littlehalfglass)
(Source: tooweirdtolive000tooraretodie, via almostvalentine)
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