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[larmoyante]

Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.

Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted (via larmoyante)

[thesocrateclub]

Looe Family | 1916 by fraser donachie on Flickr.

[larmoyante]

The real world is where the monsters are.

Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief (via larmoyante)

[inneroptics]

Rudolf Eickemeyer

[larmoyante]

Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.

Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

You are the only person who is in charge of how you feel about yourself. Nobody else can possibly do that. You get to decide if you believe you are beautiful or not, and nobody can take it away from you. If someone suggests that you aren’t beautiful, you can consider how sad it is that they have such a limited view of beauty. You can consider how unfortunate it is that they have such an exaggerated sense of self-importance that they think you should care about what they think. You can also choose to realize that it has nothing at all to do with your beauty and everything to do with their limitations.

Ragen Chastain (via larmoyante)

[magictransistor]

Vladimir Zuev. Saint George. Bookplate.

[larmoyante]

I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

Jane Austen, Persuasion (via larmoyante)

[thehystericalsociety]

c1910 - (Via)

[larmoyante]

Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.

Marjorie Celona, Y (via larmoyante)

[a-l-ancien-regime]

Jean-Baptiste Huet (Paris 1745 - Paris 1811)

A Shepherd and a Shepherdess Resting

watercolour on traces of black and sanguine chalk

[larmoyante]

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides 

[larmoyante]

two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.

Warsan Shire

[atavus-blog]

[nervousjazz]

Abbot Handerson Thayer - Roses, 1890

[larmoyante]

Why must one talk? Often one shouldn’t talk, but live in silence. The more one talks, the less the words mean.

Jean-Luc Godard, La Nouvelle Vague 

[clairdeluneintellectuel]

[nervousjazz]

Photo: Claudine Doury, Sibérie