August 2011
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But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil...
– Mikhail Bulgakov (The Master and Margarita)
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Beauty is a curse on the world. It keeps us from seeing who the real monsters...
– Carver, Nip/Tuck (via mylifeisyourdeath)
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Seldom do these words ring true when I’m constantly failing you. Walls that we...
– Savior, Rise Against (via thefreenomad)
she’s a rainbow.
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Afterwards, when, frankly speaking, it was already too late, various...
– - Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita. (via gatheringbones)
fav book.
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There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we...
– John Lennon (via iamfire)
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Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me...
– Sylvia Plath (via thenocturnals)
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via apura)
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As long as there’s such a thing as time, everybody’s damaged in the end, changed...
– Haruki Murakami, from: “Kafka on the Shore” (via astonishments)
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She had her look of a Japanese doll, with the fringe combed quite straight...
– Virginia Woolf, on Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry dated January 16th, 1923 (a week after KM’s death)
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I’d decided the campus was just a place to hide. The whole college scene was...
– Ham on Rye - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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I feel sometimes the city is sucking away at my soul.
– Doom Generation
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Life is only on Earth. And not for long.
– Melancholia (via solidsilver)
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Don’t look back, unless it’s a good view.
– Unknown (via jokestard)
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I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I...
– David Lynch (via looking-into-the-abyss)
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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is...
– Vladimir Nabokov (via coven)
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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You...
– Haruki Murakami (via troubled)