Last long weekend before university starts was well spent 💙🌊
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Last long weekend before university starts was well spent 💙🌊
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Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (1967)
Jael MIllan
Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.
the greatest thing i have ever read (via jessicarabbrit)
You’ve killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die?
Ian McEwan, Atonement
It wasn’t only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.
Ian McEwan, Atonement
from Atonement by Ian McEwan
The trouble with being a daydreamer who doesn’t say much is that the teachers at school, especially those who don’t know you very well, are likely to think you’re rather stupid. Or, if not stupid, then dull. No one can see the amazing things that are going on in your head
The Daydreamer, Ian McEwan (via dreamwithin-adream)
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
Ian McEwan, Atonement
You lose words, you lose your memory, which for a writer is pretty much the point
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.
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“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
Ernest Hemmingway (via egosummutum)
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via glaciate)
It takes a person who has suffered unbearable pain to recognize it in another.
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