January 2012
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No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest,...
– Midnight in Paris
Downloading music is the same thing I used to do: I used to record all the songs...
– Liam Gallagher (via demycrawley)
Miss Havisham: “And this time, you will learn….What is beauty?”
Estella: “A destroyer.”
Miss Havisham: “What is happiness?”
Estella: “Deception.”
Miss Havisham: “What is love?”
Estella: “Death.”
She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and...
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via cheriepea)
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What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.
– Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via unicornology)
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are...
– Sylvia Plath (via cheriepea)
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No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
– Aesop (via julie911)
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No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
– Haruki Murakami (via sad-bunny)
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Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see...
– John Green (via mynameiselly)
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Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...
– Sylvia Plath (via seelenlos)
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What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh,...
– Tennessee Williams (via ungathering)
So Yesterday: Alright people, we need to concern... →
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chocotaur:
Five facts:
1. ACTA isn’t the “European” SOPA. It’s nearly GLOBAL, and will apply to every country that signs the treaty.
2. ACTA is far more aggressive. ACTA will not simply affect websites and have them blocked out of the internet - its measures go as far as…
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It’s a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give...
– Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling (via thechocolatebrigade)
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and...
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via loveyourchaos)