I’m going to make everything around me beautiful—that will be my life. —E. D. W. (via infiniteroses)
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Find what you love and let it kill you. — Charles Bukowski (via nocternity)
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That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed. —Neil Gaiman (via fragilediaries)
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And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins. —C.S. Lewis (via incisio)
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else. —William Faulkner (via incisio)
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again. —Anaïs Nin (via seabois)
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Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary. —Oscar Wilde (via seabois)
