February 2012
i have to be up at 6:30am tomorrow to get ready for this all-day acting workshop meaning i will get no sleep tonight and thus be a wreck
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You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you...
– Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are...
– Anneli Rufus (via sordinos)
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Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent,...
– Henry David Thoreau (via skotia)
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I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting,...
– Donald Miller (To Own a Dragon: Reflections on Growing Up Without a Father)
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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via skotia)
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So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...
– Christopher J. McCandless (via murdertree)
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Shall I?” I said briefly; and I looked at his features, beautiful in their...
– Charlotte Brontë (via atomos)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via -bookworm)
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we...
– Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via jaegerjaques)
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When I look back, my greatest accomplishment in high school has nothing to do...
– Cara Chow, Bitter Melon (via ventriloquistic)
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life is meaningless until you follow her →
We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades...
– Max Lerner (via selfinspiration)
We are a lonely people, a morbid, crazed herd thrashing about in a zealous...
– Henry Miller, Sexus (via woodysblues)
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Sometime in the middle of the night a hard rain begins to fall. I wake up every...
– Haruki Murakami (via halucinace)
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When we are blinded by anger and resentment, we have to come to the realization...
– Jonathan A. Dublin (via nuaira)
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Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that...
– The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks (via romeoforgotjuliet)