I love books, blankets, quotes, art, chai tea, intellectuals, fashion, scrabble, sweaters, travel, poetry, the oxford comma, california, constellations, and coffee.
I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.
Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (1973)
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Ugh, why am I such a sensitive little motherfucker…
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life; love shouldn’t be one of them.
Dream for an Insomniac (via zombiebondage)
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To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too.
Victoria Moran (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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Cigarette Card Starlets of the Jazz Age via The New York Public Library
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People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
Abraham Hicks (via barbieandken)
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There’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
Jeffrey McDaniel (via perfect)
I want soup but there’s no soup :(
