August 2010
28 posts
Reblog if you want just one cute message in your...
teganandsarayes:
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imdirtydan:
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“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via suzywire) (via booklover)
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“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively...”
– Sylvia Plath (via anditslove) (via zomgthatsme) (via ursofuckinspecial)
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fuckyeahsaraquin:
Sara: I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone you don’t know. For example, I’m in love with Rihanna. Tegan: But are you really? Because you’ve never met her, how could you know? Sara: But it’s weird because she…she does something inside of me that real life people have done for me. Tegan: That’s a weird statement. Sara: *shrugs shoulders* Tegan:...
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TheRiverTheRiverTheRiverTheRiver
therivertherivertherivertheriver is all i want right now!
August 28th — be here now.
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“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
– Haruki Murakami (via forestmilk) (via thedarlingchild) (via iwantmybearsuit)
July 2010
208 posts
Sometimes
I get unbelievably sad. for 5 minutes of the day.
I don’t know why.
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“The Lovers
See how in their veins all becomes spirit;
into each other they...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
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“Yesterday is ashes,
tomorrow is wood.
Only today does the fire burn brightly.”
– Inuit proverb (via ratak-monodosico, catapleustico) (via crashinglybeautiful)
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lovememore:
Wake Up by Arcade Fire
I want your lungs to stop working without me.
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3wings:
Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead. — Neil Gaiman
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