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It’s better to lose someone with your entire self than to hold on to him with just a fraction of yourself.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917 - 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.”
Ally Carter, Uncommon Criminals (via b-ookquotes)
’ I’m as old as the city and I haven’t seen everything here yet ’ ~ a taxi driver we’ve met in Rome
Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.
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The voice! The cruelest fascination for me.
Anna Akhmatova, from The Akhmatova Journals: 1938 - 1941 (via violentwavesofemotion)
at their highest form every emotion manifests itself in form of tears
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you.”
Shinji Moon (via euo)
Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.
Emily Dickinson (via wordsnquotes)
I wanna be a chapter in your book of love.
Felix Jaehn - Book Of Love (via lista-osjecaja)
And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss.
Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” I Explain a Few Things: Selected Poems, transl. by Alastair Reid (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2007)