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As The Weather Becomes Cooler
“Can you be my “come and stay” in this world full of “people come and go”?”
— (via love-diaries)
“Seek respect, not attention. It lasts longer.”
— (via love-diaries)
“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up in the morning and think, ‘This will end in flames.”
— Rainbow Rowell, Carry On (via books-n-quotes)
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper (via books-n-quotes)
“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)
Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.
souu-h (via wnq-writers)
Everyone has secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.
Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (via wordsnquotes)
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…the mystical side of this solitude; how it is not oneself but something in the universe that one’s left with. It is this that is frightening and exciting in the midst of my profound gloom, depression, boredom, whatever it is.
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Diaries (via entombedreverie)