Heavydirtysoul

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[neckkiss]

Annie Hall (1977)

[quotemadness]

“You laughed like a metaphor I’ve been trying to write down for years.”

— Rudy Francisco

[amortizing]

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes.”

— Marcel Proust (via naturaekos)

[quotemadness]

“Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.”

— Richard Yates

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I would brush her hair, smelling of violets, and swim again in the hot nights. We would rename the stars.”

— Janet Fitch, from “White Oleander,” originally published c. July 1999

[knowing]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh

[knowing]

[tackled]

[tackled]

[knowing]

[lecionar]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I fight to console my heart,”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Am I not losing interest in everything? To lose interest in everything is to be abandoned by everything.”

— Takuboku Ishikawa, from “Romaji Diary & Sad Toys,” published c. 1985

[quotemadness]

“And after the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being – and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.”

— Carl Sagan

[ink-and-oceans]

“The memories struck her like lightning leaving a searing pain in her mind. Phantom fingers stroked her in places where her pleasure still haunted her, but there was never any pleasure in reliving it. “Just enjoy it”, but how do I find enjoyment in something that eats me away.”

— tara love / is it pleasure if it kills you like this

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I’m waiting for someone to swallow me up, but with all my thorns.”

— Gina Labriola, Edgar Pauk, from “Orgy, that is, Vegetable Market, at Sarno,”