Forever no longer seems such an impossible feat.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
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If you’re lucky, the friends you make when you’re sixteen stay with you for the rest of your life. If you’re smart, you know when it’s time to let them go.
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You know how much I love you, don’t you? Even though I don’t say it often, you do know, don’t you?
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)

The fact is, I’d treat you so damn well. I’d give you everything I had, even if I wasn’t sure I had it to begin with. And it sucks because you want nothing to do with it. And I’m beyond caring about what I deserve or what you’re missing out on, because all I can think about is that I’m lacking something that you want in someone else. I’ll get over it, eventually. But right now, I think I’ll give myself a moment of grief, even if it’s over losing something I never had in the first place.
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Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.
Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times (via avvfvl)

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Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
Michael Cunningham, from The Hours  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Dreams should make you think, ‘If I had the guts to do it and I didn’t care what anybody thought, this is what I’d really do.’
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Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?
From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

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