…your hummingbird skin flashing gold in the drunken sunlight. – Pratyusha Prakash, from ‘captive hummingbird’. Published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via lachantefleurie)
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Loving you is like reading my favorite book. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve read it. It doesn’t matter that I’ve underlined so much that the pages are starting to get thin. It doesn’t matter that I’ve read it too many times to count. Because every time when I thought that I’ve gotten everything …
Something deep inside me, in the very depths of my heart and conscience, refused to die and proclaimed itself in burning anguish. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via provst)
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pinklilies: keep being cute!
Note to self: Don’t seek to be relevant, or liked, seek to be undeniable. Seek to be compassionate. Seek integrity. Seek humility. Seek Light. (via silver-blonde)
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar… William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via softshapely)
Life’s what you see in people’s eyes; life’s what they learn and, having learnt is, never, though they seek to hide it, cease to be aware of — what? An Unwritten Novel from Monday or Tuesday, Virginia Woolf (via vangoghspillow)
You don’t need a reason for doing everything in your life. Do it because you want to. Because it’s fun. Because it makes you happy Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
She didn’t want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired. Virgina Woolf (via jiyeongmayretha)