I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via oxfay)

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text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
-Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via dieworten)

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Love is excruciating, especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
-Julie Hockley, Crow’s Row (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)

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i find it really weird how we can talk to ourselves in our head like how does that even work

(via hellojustinaxo)

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. … I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I’ve never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.
I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward.
-Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via coyotegold)

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Toby de Silva, The Perfect Place To Die


Water Lilies, Claude Monet


the fact that a girl being a feminist is a turn off to a lot of guys is just further proof that sexism exists they’re literally saying they don’t want a girl who requires respect because that’s just no fun 

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Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Pablo Neruda

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go into a starbucks in NYC and say very loudly into your phone “this movie script is stale and trite! we need some new talent, someone with a fresh outlook” and wait

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