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If our past selves got a glimpse of us now, what would they make of us?
Nina LaCour, We Are Okay (via youngadultquoted)
The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.
Plato, Phaedrus (via fyp-philosophy)
Source: fyp-philosophy.com
You know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon everything’s different.
Bill Watterson (via quotemadness)
Source: quotemadness.com
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I’m not here to be a beautiful thing. I’m here to create beautiful, important, meaningful things.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
Sylvia Plath (via thequotejournals)
Source: thequotejournals.com
Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.
Simon Sinek (via thequotejournals)
There are all these moments you don’t think you will survive. And then you survive.
David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing (via wnq-anonymous)
Source: wnq-anonymous.com
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs Nin , The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 4 (1971)
There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we’d lived in different rooms.
Angela Carter, Wise Children (via viperslang)
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My favorite means of communication is otherworldly: dreams—meeting in dreams.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in “A Russian Psyche: The Poetic Mind of Marina Tsvetaeva” (via violentwavesofemotion)
If you can’t play,
Don’t.
If you can,
Do so quietly.
Sign on a piano in a used furniture store in Charleston, South Carolina (via violentwavesofemotion)
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Queen Elizabeth I, from “On Monsieur’s Departure” (via theclassicsreader)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver (via manakahandmade)
Source: thepersonalwords