Little Catcher in the Rye

"Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along."

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:54:16 -0400

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”

- Rumi (via hellanne)

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Fri, 10 May 2013 22:09:14 -0400

eliego: 000023 by Nurbanu D on Flickr.

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:09:03 -0400

eliego:

000023 by Nurbanu D on Flickr.

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Fri, 10 May 2013 22:07:25 -0400

"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:46:37 -0400

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter—they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

- Sylvia Plath (via hellanne)

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Fri, 10 May 2013 20:45:54 -0400

themadeshop: Obligatory Intelligentsia tile floor photo

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:44:22 -0400

themadeshop:

Obligatory Intelligentsia tile floor photo

"People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk."

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:43:00 -0400

“People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.”

- Chuck Palahniuk (via quotethat)

/nobody cares/

Tue, 07 May 2013 13:23:00 -0400

/nobody cares/

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Tue, 07 May 2013 13:21:00 -0400

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Mon, 15 Apr 2013 13:20:18 -0400

I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 19:56:00 -0400

I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don’t have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn’t play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you’re forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you’re genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. I understand why you don’t speak, why you don’t move, why you’ve created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you’ve left your other parts one by one.

ughsoph:

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 19:42:17 -0400

ughsoph:

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet..."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:52:03 -0400

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”

- Kurt Vonnegut
(via vangoghstars)

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Fri, 15 Mar 2013 16:32:21 -0400

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Fri, 15 Mar 2013 16:30:14 -0400

"I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything… I wish, just once, I could say, ‘This...."

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 16:26:13 -0400

“I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything… I wish, just once, I could say, ‘This. This is good enough.’”

- Chuck Palahniuk (via bloodymary-queen)

"Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you."

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 11:55:26 -0500

“Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”

- Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via attaches)

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Fri, 15 Feb 2013 08:13:34 -0500

hazeltonss: (by nkeka)

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 08:12:20 -0500

hazeltonss:

(by nkeka)