I'll Be Your Summer Girl By Night

Winter nights we sang in tune Played inside The months of moon Never think of never Let this spell last forever Affiliated with Sibyl's Oracle (Role Play Blog for Tohko Kirino of Psycho-Pass)

[metaphorformetaphor]

The fact is, we cherish our disasters…

Martha Gellhorn, from “Preface,” Travels with Myself and Another: A Memoir (Tarcher, 2001)

[a-sky-scraping-dove]

You know, maybe there's a reason your dad doesn't approve.

“Of course there’s some reason.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s a good one.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

And of course I’m still here waiting for you to look at me.

Alex Dimitrov, from The Past Remembers You Differently (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Things can’t go on for ever, she thought. Things pass, things change, she thought, looking up at the ceiling. And where are we going? Where? Where?

Virginia Woolf, from Complete Works (via violentwavesofemotion)

[a-sky-scraping-dove]

But you're not a real vegetarian.

“Ugh---well way too look stupid---because I am.”

“Who said that anyway?”

[yimmyayo]

[sxiere]

Glow Blog

[gosh]

All I’d wanted to be when I grew up was yours.

Eireann Corrigan, You Remind Me Of You: A Poetry Memoir (via teenager90s)

[oh-please-explorewithme]

her coffee is getting cold as she waits for him to miss her. While his cigarettes run one after another, trying to forget about her.

1am thoughts (via inspoformuse)

[sockshighasfuck]

[i-breathe-for-me]

But if you send for me, you know I’ll come. And if you call for me, you know I’ll run.

Lana Del Rey (via i-breathe-for-me)

[sockshighasfuck]

[mangafascination]

[a-sky-scraping-dove]

[source]

[quotemadness]

I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

Cormac McCarthy (via quotemadness)

[mastermindbehindfeels]

She didn’t know why she broke everything she played with. Why she hurt everyone she cared about. Lost everything she found. Pushed away everything she wanted.

Dangerous Creatures (via auroralnymph)

[wordsnquotes]

I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

Jane Austen (via s-t-u-p-o-r-e)