At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via nostalgic—bliss)

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18 Apr 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

You are a
hurricane of
a girl;

to breathe
every once

in a while,
do not drown
within your
own storm.

— (via brokenpromisesanddbrokenhearts)

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18 Apr 2014 Reblogged from stolenwine

I feel within me the glow of that old frenzy, but I know it will set me on fire no more.

— Malone Dies (via robcam-wfu)

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18 Apr 2014 Reblogged from robcam-wfu

Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.

— (via the-queen-of-itasasu)

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18 Apr 2014 Reblogged from ohfuckitsbarbie

It’s a very powerful thing when someone sees you as the person you wish you were.

— Veronica Mars (via wordsthat-speak)

(via intheaeroplaneovertheseaa)

18 Apr 2014 Reblogged from wordsthat-speak

I’m alone
in a body that can’t
love me.

— Margaret Gibson, from “The Waiting” (via expiry)

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It’s not the kind of sadness to where you cry all the time, but more of like the sadness that overwhelms your entire body, leaving you heart aching and your stomach empty. Making you feel weak and tired. And yet, you can’t even sleep cause the sadness is in your dreams too. It’s almost a sadness you can’t escape.

— (via wordsthat-speak)

(via wordsthat-speak)

17 Apr 2014 Reblogged from wordsthat-speak

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

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

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16 Apr 2014 Reblogged from durianseeds

You may
blame Aphrodite

soft as she is

she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.

— Sappho, Blame Aphrodite (via rabbitinthemoon)

16 Apr 2014 Reblogged from rabbitinthemoon

Can I call you? I miss the sound of your voice.

— (via bodv)

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It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.

— Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via thatkindofwoman)

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16 Apr 2014 Reblogged from bookmania

Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.

— Meggie C. Royer (via shakingpalms)

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