May72012
5PM
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.” Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. I adore this film. (via littleboxfox)

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April52012
April42012

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April22012
“If you’re gonna write, for God in heaven’s sake, try to get naked. Try to write the truth. Try to get underneath all the sham, all the excuses, all the lies that you’ve been told.” Author and playwright Harry Crews, who died yesterday at 76. (via washingtonpoststyle)

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April12012

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March302012

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February202012
lipsofdavinci:


You never really loved, I have to admit that sh*t was classic, had me two stepping on sunshine with words that drugged like acid.. And the thing about it that’s crazy, the part that’s really tragic…  Is ill fiend for you at nights… Forever be your addict, but the static on our lines, that passion became erratic, you were searching for my love in others, when you already had it…#poemshort


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lipsofdavinci:

You never really loved, I have to admit that sh*t was classic, had me two stepping on sunshine with words that drugged like acid.. And the thing about it that’s crazy, the part that’s really tragic…  Is ill fiend for you at nights… Forever be your addict, but the static on our lines, that passion became erratic, you were searching for my love in others, when you already had it…#poemshort

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February192012

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February182012
February82012
“A mask tells us more than a face.”

Oscar Wilde

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February62012

Life with a chronic illness:

  • My doctors: You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest....
  • My teachers: You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest....
  • My parents: You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest....
  • My body: You can't do everything. You need to slow down and rest....
  • My mind: Limitations? What limitations?! LET'S GO PURSUE ALL OF MY DREAMS AND DO EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE!!!!!
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