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After some time you learn the difference,The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,And company doesn’t always mean security.And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,And presents aren’t promises. William Shakespeare  (via sealegwaltz)

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. C. S. Lewis (via wingsforlashes)

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves. Jean-Paul Sartre (via seabois)

She swims because she feels at home in the kingdom of thick-shouldered and liquid-hipped swimmers, in the dimensionless air of water. Sue Standing, from Mermaid (thank you, weissewiese)

I’m going to make everything around me beautiful—that will be my life. E. D. W. (via wowloverly)