â Jean-Paul Sartre
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Jules of Nature

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KIROKAZE
DEAR READER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
NASA

if i look back, i am lost
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@hauntedpossibility
â Jean-Paul Sartre
â Ursula K. Le Guin
âThere is nothing so terrible as a story untold.â
âVictoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown
Jenny Han, To All the Boys Iâve Loved Before
Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle.
You came back.
Of course I came back!
You can own the Earth and still All youâll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Itâs okay to live a life others donât understand.
Jenna Woginrich (via thatkindofwoman)
disney princesses as ranked by my followers â
9th place: pocahontas (pocahontas, 1995)
âLook around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us. [âŠ] This is the path I choose, Father. What will yours be?â
Bus Stop (1956)
Sonnet LXXIII
by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruinâd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Deathâs second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumâd with that which it was nourishâd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Itâs okay to live a life others donât understand.
Jenna Woginrich (via thatkindofwoman)
Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca
From Lewis Carrollâs Aliceâs Adventures in Wonderland