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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
Robin Williams || Hook, 1991 (via youngfolksociety)

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earthlycreations:

Full Moon At The Bay by Stratos Gazas
Aug 13, 2014 / 1,409 notes
missanne:

Vera Maxwell ‘The Blonde Venus’
(my scan)
Aug 13, 2014 / 14 notes

missanne:

Vera Maxwell ‘The Blonde Venus’

(my scan)

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She looked away. I thought she was looking for another cigarette. Then I saw she was crying. I could feel her crying. Shaking and crying. She wouldn’t look up. I put my arms around her.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)
Aug 12, 2014 / 3,955 notes
lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here
Aug 12, 2014 / 3,586 notes

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Robin Williams (via a-thousand-words)

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langleav:

Found these two gorgeous books in a little second hand bookshop. ‘The Poem’ by Vladimir Nabokov is pure magic. xo Lang 

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mudwerks:

la-pomme-de-mes-yeux:

Cracks 

I knew I should have studied…
Aug 11, 2014 / 3,409 notes

mudwerks:

la-pomme-de-mes-yeux:

Cracks 

I knew I should have studied…

Aug 11, 2014 / 509 notes

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A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals -
Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself -
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets
Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off -

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given

These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six-sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.
Nowhere.

Sylvia Plath, from The Night-Dances (via violentwavesofemotion)
Aug 11, 2014 / 218 notes