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“It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.”
— David Jones (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
via weheartit
“If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.”
—
Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love
(via adrenaline)
Monster of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.”
Monster of Frankenstein in pop culture: (unintelligible moaning)
“I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.”
— Michelle K.
“We’ll survive, you and I.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; More Than Just A House
my last two brain cells watching me make bad life decisions
Vladimir Nabokov | @wordsnquotes
“Aphrodite,” I pleaded to the moon drenched night sky “Tell me; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?” From somewhere beyond the clouds, I heard the Goddess laugh. And I knew.
Nikita Gill, Night Songs To Aphrodite (via meanwhilepoetry)
Morning photo from the steeple of the church, a gargoyle, the library in the mist…
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