YOLO

Yeah, the motto's YOLO, that's no excuse to be a ho though.

[mutualize-deactivated20120827]

(by DYLAN SHAW)

[absentheart-blog]

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

Charles de Lint

[absentheart-blog]

I met an old lady once, almost a hundred years old, and she told me, 'There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

[darkcanuck-blog]

(by The Selby)

[absentheart-blog]

You are calm and reposed; let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin, stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close; you are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins, holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before the rain, you are the blood in my veins.

Brand New

[darkcanuck-blog]

(by The Selby)

[absentheart-blog]

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic...

 Charles de Lint

[ineffa-ble-deactivated20120518]

(by bawkbawk)

[ineffa-ble-deactivated20120518]

the cutest thing you have ever laid eyes on. (by m.corkill)

[absentheart-blog]

Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone... or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

[laurastubbs-deactivated20121109]

Soulless (by Me&Edward)

[absentheart-blog]

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.

Guy de Maupassant

[25moments]

i’m waiting gor u

[silent-hills-deactivated2012070]

[absentheart-blog]

If the lies don’t touch you, the truth will. If I can’t love you, then who will? When your friends are jumping ship, when your crown begins to slip, and loyalty’s not a virtue; who are you going to turn to? When you’ve seem to’ve lost your grip, and the road begins to rip—I held your hand, is this the thanks I get? I took you in, is this the thanks I get? Half a chance, the thanks I get... a twist of plans, is this the thanks I get?

Erik Hassle

[mutualize-deactivated20120827]

(by Louis Reith)

[absentheart-blog]

So yesterday was pretty eventful. I went shopping. I had half of my shopping done and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor. I felt close to passing out again. It's such an odd sensation. First I felt nauseous, then I lost my hearing and my sight went blurry. That's the scariest part... Not being sure when your main senses will return. A guy noticed me sitting on the floor and rushed to find first aid. Three people came and were standing around me, asking questions. After they gave me some water, I began to feel better. I should really get myself checked out.