Walking through life

Photos taken by me. Quotes taken from awesome books. Love watching TV series and listening to music. Life through my eyes.

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Pocket bunny. 

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Always wanting another man than your own.

Thomas Hardy, “Jude the Obscure”;

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You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

Thomas Hardy, “Jude the Obscure” ;

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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Thomas Hardy, “Tess of the d`Urbervilles”;

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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.

Thomas Hardy, “Tess of the d`Urbervilles”;

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We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.

John Fowles, “The Collector”;

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Words are, after all, only mouthfuls of air, handfuls of marks on the surface, or clusters of pixels on a screen. It is the people who control the mouths, hands, and screens that are the problem.

D. Crystal

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It is me. I am his madness. For years he`s been looking for something to put his madness into. And he found me.

John Fowles, “The Collector” ;

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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut, “Slaughterhouse-Five” ;

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Just fine.

#fuckoff #imfine #imok #life #feelings 

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Some memories refuse to be locked in time or place. They follow us, opening a peephole with metallic scratch, and watching through curious eyes. I am there. In front of me is a huge metal door, coated in chipped blue paint. There is no handle on this side. It is not meant to be opened from this side.

Nathan Filer, “The Shock of the Fall” ;

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You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be.

John Fowles, “The Magus” ;

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#fragile #flowers #naturesbeauty

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Loved beyond measure, with a child`s pleasure.

Thomas Hardy, “ Rain on a Grave”;

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And I went alone, and I did not mind, Not thinking of you as left behind.

Thomas Hardy, “The Walk”;