I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via spindling)

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if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love .

Samuel Beckett, from “Cascando” (adapted from sharingpoetry)

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City and Colour, February 2012
When I saw him in 2007, he was amazing. It was the best night ever.
When I saw him in 2008, he was spectacular. It was the best night ever.
When I saw him last week, there were moments when my breath caught in my throat. It was the best night. Ever. Dallas and the boys suited up. I got to be front row, seated right in front of him. Still swooning hard.

City and Colour, February 2012

When I saw him in 2007, he was amazing. It was the best night ever.

When I saw him in 2008, he was spectacular. It was the best night ever.

When I saw him last week, there were moments when my breath caught in my throat. It was the best night. Ever. Dallas and the boys suited up. I got to be front row, seated right in front of him. Still swooning hard.


I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat (via halfstrippedtrees)

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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via misswallflower)

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When given the choice, we’d all rather be happy now … even if that guarantees we’ll all be sad later.
IV, Chuck Klosterman (via 52hearts)

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It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.

To think, this year I will grow
into a body you never will

have touched.

I’m avoiding reality and I need to stop.


Enchanting Ghost | Sufjan Stevens

And if it grieves you to stay here, just go, oh

Have you ever felt like you were a burden to someone? Like they were only staying around you because they felt obligated to? That’s what resonates in my soul in this song for me.

Or if it pleases you to leave me, just go, oh

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I don’t miss journaling, but I do miss writing letters. Real paper letters. The kind you can kiss and burn.
Dawn West (nouvelliste)

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  • Him: You're an outlier. Too beautiful to live. Too rare to die.
  • Me: ...I'm not sure that's a good thing. Is it?
  • Him: Yes. I love you more than I love anything else. Even myself.
  • Me: That can't possibly be true.
  • Him: It must be.

Here’s the thing that’s funny about self-love. People say that in order to have someone love you, you gotta love yourself and I think that’s BS. I know many people who are in relationships and full of self-loathing. In fact, it seems like the more damaged someone is, the more likely they are going to be in a relationship. It might not be a healthy one but they’ll be tethered to someone for sure. So listen, don’t go love yourself and think it’s going to complete the puzzle. Don’t think people are going to gravitate to you because when you love yourself, you delete 70% of your dating options because you’re looking for someone who’s equally as happy and well-adjusted, which is a rare thing to find. So love yourself just for the sake of doing it, for being able to look in the mirror without wincing and to take yourself out to the movies and lunch and think you’re great company. Do it in order to stay happy.

There are such wide abysses now of space and land between us. But we love each other.
Oscar Wilde   (via lavandula)

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I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.
The Fault In Our Stars (via cuethefire)

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There are two Justin Biebers following me on Instagram. Jealous?



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