[zevksuel]

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[lokihiddleston]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[04k96]

[homoidiotic]

glowing brightly// florist

[pithia]

It is an interesting thing, to trust one's feet. The heart may yearn for adventure while the head thinks sensibly of home, but the feet are a mixture of the two, dipping first one way and then the other.

—from In an Absent Dream by Seanan McGuire

[notimjustagirl]

The purpose of life... is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.

Eleanor Roosevelt

[girlfriendsinjeans]

[belllbear]

[rocknrollangelsblog]

[dojke]

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . for a short time I was released from the pressures of adulthood, which always subsumed me as soon as I returned to New York.

Jessica Gross, from Open Wide

[stoneybooklover]

It be like that sometimes lol

[literarymood]

An inward dread, an emptiness, an indifference to everything gradually spread in her soul.

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

[somosshippers]

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I loved you when I knew I did. Most of all I’m sorry I gave up on us when you never did.”

— Chuck Bass