“I always think of you, truly
I will forever think of you.”

Serge Van Duijnhoven, from With A Sleeping Body (via violentwavesofemotion)
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The Ceryneian Hind

BreeAnn Veenstra

“Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.”

— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (via larmoyante)
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“Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.”

— E.M. Cioran, from The Trouble With Being Born (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.”

— E.M. Cioran, from The Trouble With Being Born (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via larmoyante)
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“And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.”

— Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)

“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.”

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via verbascumm)


me: “i’m just gonna have a light snack before bed”

me: *eats entire bag of family size potato chips*

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If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else— us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s— we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe— just this one— where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.
Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

— Thought Catalog, Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You
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William Kilburn: Wild flowers design for silk material, 1790.


everybody I know has used heterosexuality as a stepping stone to coming out of the closet as gay or bi, so I think we need to have a serious conversation about whether heterosexuality exists

“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.”

— Joyce Carol Oates (via quotes-shape-us)


"im a woman and im not offended?!??!!"

after years of searching without success, i have found her. the one. behold: the spokesperson of the entire female population. bask in the glow of her internalized misogyny. bask, my friends.

Detail of Rochefort’s Escape, by Édouard Manet.