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I have to admit you’ve had it pretty rough. Or, if not rough, then difficult. To learn how inconsistent a person can be. How effortlessly passionate and stupid. Superfluous mediation; too many words and not enough thoughts. Too many mediums and not enough substance. What happens when meaningful…

Apr 30, 2011141 notes

Whisper A Fine Frenzy

Apr 29, 2011

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.” —‘If You Could See Me Now’, Cecelia Ahern. (via quote-book)

Apr 29, 20113,079 notes

Apr 29, 2011

Apr 29, 20112 notes

“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.” —Jay Asher - Thirteen Reasons Why (via littlemiss)

Apr 29, 20112,447 notes

Apr 28, 201114 notes

“It’s very dear to me, the issue of gay marriage. Or, as I like to call it: ‘marriage.’ You know, because I had lunch this afternoon, not gay lunch. I parked my car; I didn’t gay park it.” —Liz Feldman (via liquorinthefront)

Apr 27, 2011195 notes

Apr 26, 20112,289 notes

“Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything dances.” —Maya Angelou (via girlwithoutwings)

Apr 23, 20111,069 notes

Yes, many mouths have been on mine. My hands have touched stomachs, arms, breasts, thighs. I’ve kissed necks and bitten ears and rubbed noses and whispered words that made people squirm and made people sigh and made people shout made people leave.

I’ve throbbed and I’ve cried and I’ve screamed with the agony of it all. I’ve reached out in front of me without sight without sound. I’ve groped blindly for anything solid, anything warm, anything real so I wouldn’t so I won’t lose myself to this wind that howls constantly in my mind.

Do you regret it?

I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok.

Apr 23, 20111 note

Who Are You ìí°íë ì´ (Winterplay)

Apr 20, 2011

Apr 20, 20111,452 notes

Apr 20, 2011499 notes

“He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted as actually quite natural. We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. Was it better to be with Tereza or to remain alone? There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture. “Einmal ist keinmal” says Tomas to himself. What happens but once, says the German adage, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.” —The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera (via wildyounghearttt)

Apr 20, 201110 notes

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Apr 20, 201128 notes

Apr 20, 2011443 notes

내 맘 무너쳐가

Apr 19, 2011

Apr 18, 201194 notes

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April 2011

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