The Titanic, 1912 // Unknown Photographer

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The Titanic, 1912 // Unknown Photographer
A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.
Oscar Wilde
When you abandon everything and come to Me on the mountaintop, I will show you the cosmos and you wont want to budge a single inch for the rest of eternity.
Shiva (via lazyyogi)
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Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
William Blake, “Auguries of Innocence” excerpt (via bookoasis)
tenement children
two young children watching others play outside in christmas street off old kent road, south east london, december 21, 1946. photo by charles hewitt
By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
Ship Garthsnaid, ca 1920s (by National Library NZ on The Commons)
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan
They reciprocated the great and saving lie—-that our love for things is greater than our love FOR our love of things—-willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing the fictions necessary for life.
Everything is Illuminated (via xdesecrate-thru-purityx)
Marilyn, I'm crying so much because of you. I just received your letter, and I am at a loss for words. ='( I love you, and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
I also giggled nonstop at this. ='I