dreams of her
May 11, 2013
electriccloset: Tatiana Cotliar

electriccloset:

Tatiana Cotliar

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birdsong217: gaude-mihi: Floris Neusüss, Traumbilder

birdsong217:

gaude-mihi: Floris Neusüss, Traumbilder

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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
— Roland Barthes (via infinite-paradox)

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May 3, 2013
Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you’ve got a bad year. Choke those bad days. Choke them down to nothing.
—

                     ~ Tom Waits

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April 30, 2013

hsaptus:

“There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.”

—Alexandre Dumas, from The Count of Monte Cristo (1844-1845, serialized)

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I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.
— Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse (via seabois)

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I’m happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And my eye can wander through worlds of light
— Emily Bronte, “I’m happiest when most away” (via a-walking-antique)

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April 17, 2013
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
— W. B. Yeats (via theselittlewondersstillremain)

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April 9, 2013
m-as-tu-vu: Inspiring by ~gzmrt

m-as-tu-vu:

Inspiring by ~gzmrt

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