I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky. ~Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via 13neighbors)
(via r3minder)
I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands. ~Bon Iver (via sorakeem)
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. ~Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via perfect)
(Source: larmoyante, via eletheowl)
So glad that I’ll never be one of those girls I used to envy because none of them annunciate properly.
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself. ~
Oscar Wilde (via musingsinfemininity)
by definition, me
(via deathofastylist)
(Source: mycolorbook, via deathofastylist)
It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. ~
Jack Kerouac (via modernhepburn)
Jack Kerouac (via modernhepburn)
(Source: just-likehoney, via modernhepburn)
And my favorite thing in the world to do is to stand there looking pretty, adjacent to you.
And my second favorite thing in the world to do is to lie there actin’ angry in a bed next to you.
And my third favorite thing in the world to do is to listen to my friends talk shit about you.
And my fourth favorite thing in the world to do is to put my head on your chest and listen to you talk.
