The business of books is the business of life.

George Whitman, proprietor of Shakespeare & Company, Paris
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toliverr:

I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.

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I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should

Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)

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I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.

Benedict Smith (via pr0hibition-in-curls)

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You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right.

Ira Glass  (via -5280)

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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath (via emotional-algebra)

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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via stxxz)

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  May 19, 2013 at 03:40pm

If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you — you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

C. S. Lewis (via apuv)

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  May 19, 2013 at 03:39pm
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I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

Charles Bukowski, “As the Sparrow” (via 13neighbors)

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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Franz Kafka (via expiry)

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indeception:

I will never be an easy person to love and for that, I am sorry.

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hashtagmeow:

failureuponfailure:

backyardskills:

one of my all time favourite photos

its back

so don’t even tell me i matter, because i don’t.

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If it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.

Warsan Shire (via sweetestsiren)

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