I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

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4 days ago
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A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
fuckyeahtattoos:

It reads “I wish I could give you the world” and is quoted directly from my 16th birthday card in my Mom’s handwriting. She passed away six days after my birthday. I thought about the tattoo for a while, and finally got it done impulsively with a friend.
Done at A Stroke of Genius Tattoo in Boca Raton Florida by David Robinowitz.

fuckyeahtattoos:

It reads “I wish I could give you the world” and is quoted directly from my 16th birthday card in my Mom’s handwriting. She passed away six days after my birthday. I thought about the tattoo for a while, and finally got it done impulsively with a friend.

Done at A Stroke of Genius Tattoo in Boca Raton Florida by David Robinowitz.

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1 week ago
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Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.
Felix Gonzalez-Torres (via feellng)

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1 week ago
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The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via feellng)
4 days ago
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Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (via silence-des-etoiles)

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4 days ago
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If I can’t express myself, I’ll die.
Yves Saint Laurent (2014)

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4 days ago
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There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle.
I have never been able to talk as I think, to anyone. With most people you can only talk about ideas, not the channel through these ideas pass, the atmosphere in which they bathe, the subtle essence which escapes as one clothes them. Most of the time, I don’t feel like talking about ideas anyway. I am more interested in sensations.
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via feellng)

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1 week ago
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