March 2012
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i don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but i ask you to remember....
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via philphys)
Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a...
– Marcus Aurelias (via ashboomcashh)
I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the...
– Pablo Neruda, from “Verb,” trans. T.M. Lauth Etiquetas (via fridasexual)
they simply never understand,
do they,
that sometimes solitude is
one of the...
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply,...
– Pablo Neruda (via dormio)
There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow...
– - Charles Bukowski (via antsintheafterbirth)
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.
– Nietzsche (via careful-darling-you-might-fall)
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
– Charles Bukowski (via ocelott)
I want you to moan... I want you to gasp in my...
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via amq)
‘I see myself evaporating, exhaling ever more powerfully. The oscillations of my...
– (Egon Schiele, ‘Letter to Oskar Reichel’, quoted in C.M. Nebehay, Egon Schiele 1890-1918 Leben, Briefe, Gedichte, Vienna, 1979, p. 184). (via tres-mysterieux)