No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via larmoyante)

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami (via rabbitinthemoon)

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

Oscar Wilde (via hellanne)

I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go deep down, to fall into people, to really know them.

Sylvia Plath (via hellanne)

Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

window

andrewgibby:

If everything is a window, if the wound is a window, if heartbreak is a window, if grief is a window, if the storm is a window, if illness is a window, if loss is a window, you will say you live in a house made entirely of glass, you will say the moon is so close you can catch its reflection on your silver spoon, you will say your spoon is a silver spoon, you will feed yourself light, you will be hungry for nothing but people whose hearts will never close the blinds.   

sail-away-dreamer:

Still the hottest gif i’ve seen on tumblr ;o

I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.

Jack White  (via de-licacy)

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