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gravestone epitaphs (my photos)
Me starting a book by Cassandra Clare:
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I need Ice Nine Kills to write a song about Frankenstein, that book is SO important to me and it fits in with the other books that inspired Every Trick in the Book so like yes it's probably too late. BUT. But. You know what's coming out in November?? GUILLERMO DEL TORO'S FRANKENSTEIN. Ice Nine Kills, go do your thang
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agnostic is lowkey the funniest belief system it's just like yeah idk it's none of my business
Thank god soulmates (one person destined for you that you will never be happy without) aren't real but soulmates (people you understand and connect with on a special level, multiple, some of which you havent met yet) are real
— Nizar Qabbani, ‘What Love Can Do’, from Arabian Love Poems: Full Arabic and English Texts (via lunamonchtuna)
THE PERFUME OF LOVE CANNOT BE CONCEALED THE PERFUME OF LOVE CANNOT BE CONCEALED
Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 19, 1958)
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe… and you.”
— Beau Taplin