Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.
― Margaret Atwood, In Other Worlds (via coffeepeople)
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I wonder what she carries in the luggage under her eyes.
― Rudy Francisco (via encounterings)
What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress.
― Eugène Delacroix (via coffeepeople)
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And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely.
― Ben Howard Bones (via a-u-r-e-l-i-e)
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That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.
― Pulp Fiction (1994)
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The job of your life is to know yourself. Sooner or later, you’ll start to love who you are.
― Mad Men (via ongradschool)
Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
― The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami (via fromliterature)
We’re stronger in the places that we’ve been broken.
― Ernest Hemingway (via larmoyante)
