a little bit of everything.

big city dreamin' infj

[owlmylove]

“No one should think of me as slight and weak, or as compliant- quite the contrary: I’m deadly to my enemies, supportive to my friends. It’s people of this sort whose lives are crowned with glory.”

— Medea, 807 - 810

[halfwomanhalfquote]

listening through headphones is highly recommended 

[halfwomanhalfquote]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?” - Sigmund Freud (via quotemadness)

via @quotemadness

[distractful]

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) — Day vs. Night

[thequotejournals]

I never wish to be easily defined.

Franz Kafka (via wordsnquotes)

[artist-magritte-deactivated2020]

The treachery of images (This is not a pipe), 1948, Rene Magritte

Medium: oil, canvas

[thelovejournals]

Do not haunt my soul; I have done well forgetting you.

Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Daphne du Maurier, “The Lover” (via thelovejournals)

[freewavves]

[wordsnquotes]

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate’s so easy compared.

Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (via wordsnquotes)

[8-bitfiction]

[bookmania]

Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty one owes to one’s self. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)

[8-bitfiction]

[thelovejournals]

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That… is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via thelovejournals)

[soundsnaked]

Frank Ocean

[soundsnaked]