The world will knock you down plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself.
Elizabeth Scott, Perfect You (via larmoyante)
May 5th, 2013
Schall & Schnabel - Weis ist der Ladungsbereich der Stille
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We spend most of our lives cutting down our ambitions because the world has told us to think small. Dreams express what your soul is telling you, so as crazy as your dream might seem—even to you—I don’t care: You have to let that out.
Eleni Gabre-Madhin (via skeletales)
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Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
April 22nd, 2013
The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.
Donald Miller (via larmoyante)
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Backache. by Katarina Gaj on Flickr.
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No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.
Janice Galloway (via hellanne)
Fire Starter by Stephen Beadles on Flickr.
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April 21st, 2013
But it’s just no fun
When you hate the person you’ve become
Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I’ll be an old maid
But I love love, yes I do
Even when its weight cripples you
It rolls on, rolls on
When you hate the person you’ve become
Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I’ll be an old maid
But I love love, yes I do
Even when its weight cripples you
It rolls on, rolls on
Dntel, “Roll On” (via larmoyante)
April 17th, 2013
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Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.
Françoise Sagan (via larmoyante)
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Anaïs Nin (via larmoyante)
