February 2012
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I vow to hold on to beauty, no matter what - to sitting in a rich carpet of...
– Mira Bartók, The Memory Palace
January 2012
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“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.”
— Sylvia Plath (via horreure)
enflurane:
i swear i was born with a broken heart
Her eyes were the color of faraway love.
– Pablo Neruda, The Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks (via fleurishes)
She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she...
– Sunflower, by Gyula Krúdy (via saras-scrapbook)
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