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I took this photo in Florence. i was in front of them for 1 hour, trying to photograph the correct symmetry
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spending Christmas alone in my college apartment. Studying MCAT biology by all my plants and window! :)
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wordsnquotes
Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour!
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She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned. She had plenty of evidence that she had a good life. She just couldn’t feel the life she had. It was as though she had cancer of the perspective.
Carrie Fisher, Postcards From the Edge (via galadrielles)
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We sift through memory’s ash; this is age, cutting off histories like tree limbs and looking for the rings.
Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn (via days-of-reading)
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song (via daypoems)
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Friday- January 29th, 2016
It’s another snow day (God bless) so I was finally able to start studying for the AP exams ((which are actually a lot closer than you think))
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Tag yourself: Existentialist edition
ponprincess
kierkegaard and camus
Nietzsche and Sartre
contourkit
Kafka,Nietzsche w a little bit of Dostoevsky
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days-of-reading
Prologue Romeo and Juliet
from the Works of William Shakespeare 1752
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ensign-chevvy
too deep not to reblog
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I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
Charles Dickens (via noelamour)
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