damn you, my darling

May 25
“… we’re not involved in a ‘relationship’, you and I, we’re involved in a collision. Collisions don’t much lend themselves to secure futures, but the act of colliding is hard to beat for interest.” Tom Robbins (via thechocolatebrigade)

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“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.” Rumi  (via frivolousandreckless)

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“It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn’t know inside me.” Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer  (via frivolousandreckless)

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“She was sorry to have hurt her, but she wanted them all to leave her alone, let her keep it together. Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.” Paint it Black by Janet Fitch (via frivolousandreckless)

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emmsemm:

If I could do anything in the world on Saturday, it would be to hang out here.

emmsemm:

If I could do anything in the world on Saturday, it would be to hang out here.


“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via mirroir)

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“It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via mirroir)

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May 24

Your epitaph will begin: “She redefined what it meant to be a good woman.”

It will say: “She scaled mountains, in hiking boots and in heels. She started in her own backyard and then went all the way around the world. She accepted challenges with curiosity and determination. She emerged victorious regardless of outcome, knowing both the pleasure of success and the grace of failure. She tasted long hot days and cool still nights, at home wherever she found herself. She wasn’t always popular, but she was always true. She wasn’t always comfortable, but no one can say she didn’t enjoy her life. She explored her edges, increased her capacity, and lived as big as she could dream. Moved equally by bliss and pain, she played her heart out one moment at a time. She was dialed in. She was courageous. She was turned on.”

Some sheer inspiration from The Turned-on Woman’s Manifesto  (via thatkindofwoman)

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“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via musingsinfemininity)

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May 23
“Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.” Unknown (via chelseaovo)

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“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.” (via dreaming-naked)

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