February 2012
82 posts
“I have so much of you in my heart.”
– John Keats to Fanny Brawne (via leopoldgursky)
“I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I...”
– Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography (via lydianea)
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via thenocturnals)
“What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via 24ribs)
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
– Neil Gaiman (via thenocturnals)
“She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via darkcanuck)
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thedimmingdivide)
“Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...”
– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via luna-linaa)
