June 2012
“I have told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That’s what hurts the most.”
—I Wrote This For You: The Pain Unfelt (via kari-shma)
May 2012
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
—
F. Scott Fitzgerald
(via centeios)
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I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bon Iver
“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via blua)
“But there is so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.”
—Looking for Alaska by John Green (via breathebetweenlines)
