The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.

― George Orwell, 1984 (via bodv)

(Source: sadexistences)

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

― John Green (via hardcore)

(Source: voguelovesme)

sophication:

(via Lina Di Moda)

I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.

(Source: zen-child)

fewthistle:

Margaret Mitchell. 1930’s.
“Why will people persist in reading strange meanings into the simplest of stories? Is it not enough that a writer can entertain for a few hours with narrative without being suspected of ‘significances’ or ‘symbolism’ or ‘social trends’?”
― Margaret Mitchell, (author of Gone With The Wind)

nocturnalelite:

blisslilith:

i thought i had lost this lovely post

Q’d!∆

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