So, There Was The Beginning

maja – 21 y.o. – the middle of nowhere all the stuff is mine, except the reblogged photography, art and everything smart

[mar-la-la-la]

“....Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely...” 

Lana Del Rey - Doin` Time

it`s supposed to stop hurting/plz

[gentleman-creeper]

summer cold

[mar-la-la-la]

not feeling cute ever

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“Do as we say, not as we do.”  

― Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron,  Third Day, Seventh Story

[mar-la-la-la]

and the walls kept tumbling down

in the city that we love

[mar-la-la-la]

“There is a famous Russian cartoon in which a hippopotamus, in the bush, points out a zebra to another hippopotamus: 'You see,' he says, 'now that’s formalism.” ― Alain Robbe-Grillet

[gentleman-creeper]

“In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.” ― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë  — Jane Eyre

[mar-la-la-la]

“Your will is free means: it was free when it wanted the desert, it is free since it can choose the path that leads to crossing the desert, it is free since it can choose the pace, but it is also unfree since you must go through the desert, unfree since every path in labyrinthine manner touches every foot of the desert’s surface.” ― Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks

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[minotauri]

mom said it’s my turn to conjure the old gods

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Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.

― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

[mar-la-la-la]

пожалуйста, не tosk`уй

[phaxes]

“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”

— Charles Bukowski (via coral)

[mar-la-la-la]

summer bygone makes me icon

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“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.” 

T.S Eliot

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“i am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut” ― Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey