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[flowerytale]

The Diary of Virginia Woolf

[somelittlethinks]

[thoughtkick]

“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”

— r.h.sin

[metamorphesque]

fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)

[metamorphesque]

czesław miłosz, from the poem "hope"

[flowerytale]

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

[octoberistheonlyimportantmonth]

credit to original owners

[perfectquote]

“The way you can memorize someone’s gestures but never know their thoughts. And the feeling that people are like house with vast rooms and tiny windows. The way you can feel so exposed, anyway.”

— Becky Albertalli, Simon VS the Homo Sapiens Agenda

[perfectquote]

“There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // The Sensible Thing

[remanence-of-love]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.”

— H.G. Wells

[speciesbarocus]

The Pisani’s family library at Museo Correr, Venice.

> Photo: Erin Petley.

[perfectquote]

“You know. Life’s short. If you don’t try new things, you’ll never know what you’re best at. And you can only make time or new things by quitting the things you know don’t work for you.”

— Meg Cabot

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— leechteethwrites

[perfectquote]

“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp…”

— Ellen Hopkins, Crank

[love]

via weheartit

[love]

via weheartit

[glazedeye-s]

“what he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier”

— hanya yanagihara, a little life.