docsorrow:

aseaofquotes:

— Mary MacLane
Submitted by litafficionado.

literally same

docsorrow:

aseaofquotes:

— Mary MacLane

Submitted by .

literally same

(via arabellesicardi)

palegirlwithfreckles:

the-x-wanderer:

Ellen Page.

Oh god she’s perfect

palegirlwithfreckles:

the-x-wanderer:

Ellen Page.

Oh god she’s perfect

(via lovers-of-girls)

foreverrtired:

OH MY GOD THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

(Source: sebadasstian-stan, via heyfunniest)

You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.

M. Gustave - Grand Budapest Hotel  (via somethingsintheair)
dizzyemotions:

truelifequote:

More?

please don’t go away.

dizzyemotions:

truelifequote:

More?

please don’t go away.

(Source: broken-heavily)

truelifequote:

Everything Love

A sane person to an insane society must appear insane.

Kurt Vonnegut, “Welcome to the Monkey House”  (via electronic-dream-plant)

(Source: tierradentro, via hurricane-poetry)

(Source: paris2london, via rufflemyhair)

Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via leslieseuffert)

(via hurricane-poetry)

Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.

Unknown (via perfect)

(Source: africanmuslimah, via hurricane-poetry)

Most people love you for who you pretend to be

Jim Morrison (via drinkingpoisonlikeeatingglass)

(Source: drinkingpoisonlikeeatingglass, via hurricane-poetry)

Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via bluegirls)

(Source: goodreads.com, via theshamelessperry)

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: theunquotables, via hurricane-poetry)

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.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via distincts)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via hurricane-poetry)