— Falsely Yours —
"My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions. I can almost see my brain as it functions, filing thoughts and images away. I lock away the things that do not serve me. I focus only on what needs to be done: the basic components of survival and the myriad things I must manage throughout the day." ــــــ Tahereh Mafi

“Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.”


Frank O’Hara, Mayakovsky

Frank O’Hara, Mayakovsky

"The love of books. My library is an archive of longings."

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via sketchofthepast)

"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via bookmania)

"Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear.
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you."

Walt Whitman, “To You” (via larmoyante)

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Laura Wiess, Such a Pretty Girl

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Laura Wiess, Such a Pretty Girl

"Until we have met the monsters in ourselves, we keep trying to slay them in the outer world. And we find that we cannot. For all darkness in the world stems from darkness in the heart. And it is there that we must do our work."

Marianne Williamson (via creatingaquietmind)

"Its funny how sometimes the people you’d take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger."

 Ritu Ghatourey (via creatingaquietmind)

"You have
my heart.
And I could
analyze
that —
but I
won’t.
For it
stands
so
unbearably
complete
on
its own."

Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via allegorys)

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Louise Erdich, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse

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Louise Erdich, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse

"I like the curve of a ballerina’s foot. I like when boys are passionate about something and care about their mothers. I like poems about coffee and fucking and love. I like when I’m on the highway and I make eye contact with the person speeding next to me. I like when I’m in the city and I see someone taking pictures of skyscrapers; with their necks arched back and their eyes lost in the view and their mind on something wondrous. I like drinking wine with friends and vodka with strangers. I like when my heart feels full even if my wallet is empty. I like when people hold my hand or lift me up. I like when someone offers me something- anything…Their advice, to pay, their love, a hit. It’s a good feeling to be excited for the future and proud of your past. To speak to someone new and genuinely impress them. To leave something better than it was before. To be charming just by being yourself."

Me (via californicology)