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i’m deleting everything off this blog except the text posts because i can’t be bothered with updating it anymore
thank you for being wonderful this whole time
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people who make you feel bad for liking what you like are the worst kinds of people
Do not pity the dead, pity the living, and above all those who respond “I don’t read,” to the question “What’s your favorite book?”
Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe. ―Andrea Gibson (via seabois)
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet… ―Alain de Botton (via penseesduchoeur)
Spend five minutes cooking pasta and a whole other hour musing about it. Have strange vivid dreams of talking animals. Live in a library. Be skinny and pale and not pretty in a typical sense but unconventionally attractive. Listen to The Beatles. Lose something and look for it (cat, wife, etc.). Shovel cultural snow. Meet the Sheep Man. Feel an inordinate amount of pain but still survive. ―Haruki Murakami
If you are lucky, you stop seeing the world as a series of things you do not have — a boyfriend, a baby, an adorable terrier – and you start noticing the things you do have. A healthy bank account, unburdened by mortgages or school loans. No romantic ties. Loving parents who wanted nothing but happiness for you. Years to burn. That kind of freedom is like a command from the universe to get off your ass and do something amazing. ―Sarah Hepola, Every Woman Should Travel Alone (via blowkissesnotboys)
When you reach for your tea/coffee cup with the faint hope that there’s still something in it because you don’t quite remember finishing it
But no it’s empty just like you thought
Just like your life
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary. ―Chuck Palahniuk (via nov-ia)
