décembre 2009
I like the things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in...
– Cassie (Skins) (via quote-book) (via thisismewriting)
i want to do something for new years
argonauts:
tsoaf:
idk idk
come over ill make you screw drivers!!!
Wisest is she who knows she does not know.
– Jostein Gaarder (Sophie’s World) (via justbesplendid) (via quote-book)
Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...
– Albert Einstein (via zombiesonmondays) (via comeincostume)
I'm killing loneliness
If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.
– مادلين:
Francesca Lia Block
(via pablobanila)
See what I mean?
fuckyeahjewishmen:
It’s not denial. I’m just very selective about the reality I accept.
– Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes) (via hunsonisgroovy) (via quote-book) (via andtheysay)
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
– E.M. Forster (via quote-book) (via psychopopbunny)
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.
– Edgar Allan Poe (via maver)
You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering,
that’s the sad truth....
– Bones (via eletheowl) (via spontaneous-sublimation)
Buffy: Angel, if I'm not the slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?
Angel: I saw you before you became the slayer.
Buffy: What?
Angel: I watched you, I saw you called, it was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and ... I loved you.
Buffy: Why?
Angel: Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see, and I was worried that it would get bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life, I wanted to keep it safe. To warm it with my own.
Buffy: That's beautiful ... Or, taken literally, incredibly gross.
Angel: I was just thinking that too.
Throwing away ideas too soon is like opening a package of flower seeds and then...
– Arthur VanGundy (via iamthegirlanachronism)
I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking...
– Jane Austen (via treason)
CHAPITRE DIX-NEUF
arabesqueofsatyrs:
skeetshoot:
dumbjabronimotherfucker:
Le petit prince fit l’ascension d’une haute montagne. Les seules montagnes qu’il eût jamais connues étaient les trois volcans qui lui arrivaient au genou. Et il se servait du volcan éteint comme d’un tabouret. « D’une montagne haute comme celle-ci, se dit-il donc, j’apercevrai d’un coup toute la planète et tous les hommes… »...