"After all this time?"

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last? (via splitterherzen)

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You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.

Samuel Beckett (via funeralfaerie)

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She wouldn’t say what we both knew. “The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won’t you say it, even to yourself?”

William Faulkner, from As I Lay Dying  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.

Yasmin Mogahed (via observando) —


ムヨイ すひくピヨコ

Sweetheart, I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute

Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, March 1919   (via jdvlla)

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In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thenocturnals)

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 The Abyss | Douglas Knisely

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 skeletales)

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