it is such a secret place, the land of tears.

"True friends stab you in the front."

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Oscar Wilde

itsjohnsen:

An American soldier with war orphans ‘adopted’ by his unit, London, 1943. Robert Capa

There are days like today when I could really use a kiss from a gentleman.

"I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning."

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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

The only hairstyle I am capable of doing so I will just sit here bragging.

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Grown Ocean by Fleet Foxes

I’m just trying to figure out what I am going to do with all this useless knowledge about films, books, bands, and designers.

"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour."

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Sylvia Plath

(Source: aventre, via corsieur)

My mother is this beautiful mix between Cameron Diaz and Diane Kruger and I just want to know what the hell happened to me.

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"Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn’t give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind."

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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood