May 2012
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“I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you,...
The stars reflected in her eyes. She saw constellations, and rocket ships, and planets, and endless possibilities. She could no longer see him anymore.
“This boat may sink, but I’m not gonna rock it ‘cause the sea doesn’t know my name. This boat may sink, but I’m not gonna rock it ‘cause the sea doesn’t know my name”
-Passenger ‘Things That Stop You Dreaming’
“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers...”
– Perks Of Being a Wallflower (via moochingwarwidows)
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“And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could...
all my friends are famous.
My best friend frank is in the top 12 of a really amazing theatre competition.
My friend Sam has been invited to write songs with Gotye. Fucking GOTYE.
My friend Tom is going to America to play some showcases for Record labels and film studios (including DISNEY). oh, and he’s also doing pretty well for himself.
I need to pick up my game, I think.
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Favourite parts in books pt. 1
Looking For Alaska: p. 88
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I...
I’m thinking my next tattoo will either be two lines from my favourite poem across my left shoulder blade. Or the page numbers of my favourite parts of my favourite books. undecided. Perhaps both.
He knelt down behind me briefly kissed my head wrapped himself around me “you smell nice” he said.
fuckyeahreading!: ON SEEING THE 100% PERFECT GIRL... →
youmightfindyourself:
by Haruki Murakami
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing…
“Have you ever fallen in love” He asked.
“I fall in love all the time” she replied. ”With books, with songs, with people at bus stops, with jumpers, with smiles, with the sound of heartbeats, with words, with knowing glances, with worn out shoelaces, with paintings, with people, with fluttering eyelashes, with anything. Love comes so easily,” she said....
April 2012
11 posts
“[These images stayed with me even after I left the city. Images so violent and...”
– Bret Easton Ellis, from Less Than Zero (thanks, ensslin)
March 2012
27 posts
