May 21st, 2013

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Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via modernmethadone)

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May 20th, 2013
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami  (via fabulousbitch69)

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May 17th, 2013
I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you.
 Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me.
Simone de Beauvoir (via bornreadygeneration)

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May 16th, 2013
I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star. I do, Virginia; and would rather be hurt by that, and have something solid to hold on to, than flounder in a quicksand that never bruises but only smothers.
Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)

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May 14th, 2013
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John Keats (via fleurstains)

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I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
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May 10th, 2013
Following your bliss is useless. People are passionate about a lot of stupid things. It’s not a great mantra. Meaning, I think, comes from doing a full accounting of your limitations and assets, your passions and your weaknesses, your belief system and your fears, and then rubbing up against the things that cause you to panic, like an allergy skin scratch test, and find out what your reactions are. Once you figure out how you can contribute to the greater good, once you’re able even to define that, you take that information and pour yourself into one direction. Regardless of discomfort or regrets or what-ifs. (And then doing that over and over again, until death.) That does not fit on a T-shirt. That to me is more important than bliss, which would really just lead me back into bed, maybe with a bowl of corn flakes…
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