February 2012
35 posts
Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of...
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via cinei)
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If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at...
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via lavandula)
She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it—then after an...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
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orkwut:
white breaths escape me as small wisps airborne dancing swiftly soon disappearing.
emptying me through its’ amber and ash i give it my life.
and in return it gives me my death.
two for all all for two.
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...
– Sylvia Plath (via fleur-morte)
(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated. (via madeofglass-)
January 2012
113 posts
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Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you
upon...
– William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via lavandula)
My soul is in the sky.
– William Shakespeare (via larmoyante)
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you left and my body has turned lethal. there is an echo in my heart, and a ghost in my lungs. you have no idea how red i can shatter.
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in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,...
– E.E. Cummings (via lavandula)
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You’re not dead, but you’re not alive either. You’re a ghost with a beating...
– Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (via wowloverly)