Mockingbird

movies & books, please.

[quotemadness]

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

Vladimir Nabokov (via quotemadness)

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I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.

Rainbow Rowell (via quotemadness)

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I love you so much, much, much that it just hurts every minute I’m without you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

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Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.

John Green (via quotemadness)

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The things we love destroy us every time…Remember that.

George R.R Martin (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)

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Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.

Markus Zusak (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

It was too good to last.

Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.

Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

How I suffer. And no one knows how I suffer, walking up this street, engaged with my anguish—alone; fighting something alone.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. September 1929 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[girlinlondon]

Her eyes are pure stars.

Virginia Woolf (via girlinlondon)

[edsrich]

[radleyboo]

teacher: If you had 5 apples and gave 3 to a friend, what would you have?

Ben: *tears up*

Ben: A friend