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Every time I’m with you I have a wonderful time. But every time, afterward, I get confused.
– Haruki Murakami, South of The Border, West of The Sun  (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is self-portrait. Everything is diary.
– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

You don’t have to wait for anyone’s approval to do things. You don’t have to try to get a job and go through set steps before you start a career or start your life. That’s what I want young girls to know - you can do anything you want. Just start.
– Petra Collins, photographer for rookiemag  (via thecityscholar)

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Ed Feingersh in New York, 1955

(Source: missmonroes, via staytaytay)

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

John Keats' letter to Fanny Brawne, June 1820.

“Upon my soul I have loved you to the extreme. I wish you could know the Tenderness with which I continually brood over your different aspects of countenance, action and dress. I see you come down in the morning: I see you meet me at the Window–I see every thing over again eternally that I ever have seen. If I get on the pleasant clue I live in a sort of happy misery, if on the unpleasant ’tis miserable misery(…) If I am destined to be happy with you here–how short is the longest Life–I wish to believe in immortality–I wish to live with you for ever(…) Let me be but certain that you are mine heart and soul, and I could die more happily than I could otherwise live.”

John Keats Collection, 1814-1891; MS Keats 1, Letters by John Keats. Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass.

(Source: bookshavepores)

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
– F. Scott Fitzgerald 

(Source: gentset, via frustratedarchaeologist)

lavandula:

kate moss by corinne day, i-D december 1993

You can’t have me yet. Not now. Not yet. 

lavandula:

kate moss by corinne day, i-D december 1993

You can’t have me yet. Not now. Not yet. 

(via bollykecks)

bollykecks:

From R.D. Laing’s ‘knots’
(speaking to me on so many levels)

bollykecks:

From R.D. Laing’s ‘knots’

(speaking to me on so many levels)

Every time I’m with you I have a wonderful time. But every time, afterward, I get confused.
– Haruki Murakami, South of The Border, West of The Sun  (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is self-portrait. Everything is diary.
– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

You don’t have to wait for anyone’s approval to do things. You don’t have to try to get a job and go through set steps before you start a career or start your life. That’s what I want young girls to know - you can do anything you want. Just start.
– Petra Collins, photographer for rookiemag  (via thecityscholar)

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Ed Feingersh in New York, 1955

(Source: missmonroes, via staytaytay)

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via climbthestacks)

(Source: ashleyriordan, via climbthestacks)

John Keats' letter to Fanny Brawne, June 1820.

“Upon my soul I have loved you to the extreme. I wish you could know the Tenderness with which I continually brood over your different aspects of countenance, action and dress. I see you come down in the morning: I see you meet me at the Window–I see every thing over again eternally that I ever have seen. If I get on the pleasant clue I live in a sort of happy misery, if on the unpleasant ’tis miserable misery(…) If I am destined to be happy with you here–how short is the longest Life–I wish to believe in immortality–I wish to live with you for ever(…) Let me be but certain that you are mine heart and soul, and I could die more happily than I could otherwise live.”

John Keats Collection, 1814-1891; MS Keats 1, Letters by John Keats. Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass.

(Source: bookshavepores)

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
– F. Scott Fitzgerald 

(Source: gentset, via frustratedarchaeologist)

lavandula:

kate moss by corinne day, i-D december 1993

You can’t have me yet. Not now. Not yet. 

lavandula:

kate moss by corinne day, i-D december 1993

You can’t have me yet. Not now. Not yet. 

(via bollykecks)

bollykecks:

From R.D. Laing’s ‘knots’
(speaking to me on so many levels)

bollykecks:

From R.D. Laing’s ‘knots’

(speaking to me on so many levels)

"Every time I’m with you I have a wonderful time. But every time, afterward, I get confused."
"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is self-portrait. Everything is diary."
"You don’t have to wait for anyone’s approval to do things. You don’t have to try to get a job and go through set steps before you start a career or start your life. That’s what I want young girls to know - you can do anything you want. Just start."
"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight."
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall"

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