February 2011
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June 2009
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i felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains, trees,...
– the bell jar - sylvia plath
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A dream is an answer to a question that we haven’t yet learned how to ask.
– The X-Files (via creampuff)
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In Spanish, ‘esperar’ means to hope. Ironically, it also means to wait.
– Unknown (via creampuff)
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I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you’re feeling...
– The Bell Jar (via creampuff)
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i saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white...
– the bell jar - sylvia plath
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Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what...
– Markus Zusak (via creampuff)
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got a suitcase, got regrets
scribble-scribbles:
got a suitcase, got regrets tom mcrae but all i know is i’m not ready yet for the light to dim got a suitcase, got regrets but i’m hopeful yet
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We don’t like what we don’t understand. In fact, it scares us.
– Beauty and the Beast (via creampuff)
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Second chances do come your way. Like trains, they arrive and depart regularly....
– Ask Again Later (via creampuff)
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It seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently...
– The X-Files (via creampuff)
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Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really...
fandomslut:
ilovethe90s:
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, Make it last forever friendship never ends, If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give, Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is.
Spice Girls - Wannabe
YAY! (I can’t help it. Spice Girls is still a guilty pleasure. It’s really motivating while cleaning out the basement, too.)
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May 2009
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How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
– Sylvia Plath (via fuckyeahsylviaplath)
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Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune...
– Emily Dickinson (via creampuff)
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What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination…if I sit still and...
– Sylvia Plath (via creampuff)
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