August 2011
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly...”
– Sylvia Plath (via aestivus-estivus)
That awkward moment when life is nothing but cheap musical thrills and dreams you can’t afford.
I just keep reminding myself that I have a purpose that I haven’t gotten to yet. There’s something that I can’t leave without doing. If I do, I will just get sent back I’m sure, so what’s the point? The wait may seem unbearable, but I just have to do it. And so I shall.
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“We never love anyone. We love only our idea of what someone is like. We love an...”
– The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa. (via yaragilmore)
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July 2011
Late night tumblr dashboard = daisies and...
