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Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person.
Beau Taplin (via purplebuddhaquotes)
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I fell asleep in a river, I woke in a river, of my mysterious failure to die I can tell you nothing,
Louise Glück, from The Complete Poems of L. G.: 1962-2012; “Landscape,” (via mythaelogy)
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‘You can’t be hidden away all your life.’
‘Why not?’ I thought.
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via monstress)
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But a nose kiss wasn’t what he wanted. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? That’s what he’d like to ask. But he doesn’t dare ask, because he’s almost certain she would laugh.
Margaret Atwood, from “I’m Starved For You,” published c. March 2012 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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My heart wasn’t supposed to break for an almost lover. But it did.
And God, it hurt like hell.
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I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark.
Serge Gainsbourg (via quotemadness)
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“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
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you are not my cure,
nobody has that
power, (…)
Margaret Atwood, from Is / Not in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″ (via adrasteiax)
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The woods, and lakes, and mountains which I have loved, have for me a thousand associations;
Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1819 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.
Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love (via books-n-quotes)
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I have withered to one of my silent centers where I feel very untalkative. I feel you are one of Those Few People I really can talk to.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman wr. c. June 1957 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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At the hour of love and blue eyelids I see myself burning.
André Breton, tr. by Mary Ann Caws, fromfrom Poems; “Vigilance,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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You’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead.
The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien (b. 1 October 1946)
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“We understood one another even with the wrong words.”
— Henry Miller, from The Colossus of Maroussi.
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Flatter yourself critically.
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Nobody ever thinks of himself as a villain, does he? Even monsters hold high opinions of themselves.
The Ballad of Black Tom (via joannalannister)