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Thu, 23rd May — 85,374 notes
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
— J.D. Salinger (via c-ulo)
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything)
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Wed, 22nd May — 12,151 notes
Alone is walking along a street, just you and your city, taking things in that you often don’t take the time to appreciate when you’re busy with other people. It is allowing your senses to be your company, talking to you with a million different voices of how good this smells or how wonderful that feels. It is taking the time to soak in your surroundings, instead of just existing blindly within them.
Lonely is seeing something so beautiful that you feel your heart cannot contain it all by itself, that it is going to burst from the radiance that it is longing to express. It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn’t that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with.
Lonely is seeing something so beautiful that you feel your heart cannot contain it all by itself, that it is going to burst from the radiance that it is longing to express. It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn’t that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with.
— Chelsea Fagan, The Difference Between Alone and Lonely (via colporteur)
(Source: larmoyante)
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Tue, 21st May — 3,402 notes
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
— Zelda Fitzgerald (via paperhat)
(Source: andellasaid)
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Mon, 20th May — 249 notes
Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.
— Jean Paul Sartre, from No Exit (via violentwavesofemotion)
