March 2012
Finally home. Great for the following reasons:
doughnuts
murder shows
shakespeare jokes
February 2012
[Literature] is, in my experience, one of the cheapest forms of magic available.
– The World of Charles Dickens, Complete With Pizza Hut by Sam Anderson (via sailorbaby)
sleepingtigers:
LATELY More important than breakfast is waking up next to someone and having them gently touch your face without you even asking. Dallas Clayton
تعال عش في قلبي ولا تدفع الايجار
Come, live in my heart, and pay no rent.
– Arabic proverb (via dealll)
Then you get a little bit older and you start falling in love, and people start...
– That Look Boys Give Girls But Pretend They Don’t « Thought Catalog (via prima-volta)
When I told you I liked the way you look at me sometimes when I catch you, this is what I meant. This is exactly what I meant.
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sleepingtigers:
LATELY More important than breakfast is waking up next to someone and having them gently touch your face without you even asking. Dallas Clayton
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...
– Ernest Hemingway (via musingsinfemininity)
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There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one...
– Victor Hugo (via coloredmondays)
Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...
– Francesca Lia Block (via dreamslow)
I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days — three such...
– John Keats (via iamalexandraxo)
sailorbaby:
The best part about being a bitch is not caring if people think you’re a bitch.
senior year of college.
With Annie gone,
Whose eyes to compare
With the morning sun?
Not that I did...
– Leonard Cohen (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
We can’t behave like people in novels, though, can we?
– Edith Wharton (via suzywire)
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i...
– e.e. cummings (via quotewhore)
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via primavera-)
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...
– 1984, George Orwell (via suzywire)
Reading Tumblr in public
beekel:
It’s like playing russian roulette with bullets made of porn