May 2013
“Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body...”
– Françoise Sagan (via 13neighbors)
“Life was too short to be with someone who wasn’t quite right, someone who made...”
– Anaïs Escobar (via poutypouty)
“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”
– Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via 13neighbors)
“Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
– Jack Kerouac (via 13neighbors)
April 2013
“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of...”
– John Keats (via fleurstains)
“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as...”
– Franz Kafka, from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914 (via larmoyante)
“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always...”
– Joanne Harris (via perfect)
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“My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.”
– Virginia Woolf (via seabois)
“And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.”
– Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via 4mbivalent)
“I want you to crave me. From my lips, up to my words.”
– J.E. (via fakeville)
