“I don’t hate you,” she promised. “I swear I don’t.
"It just hurts too much to be around you right now.”
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #27
Tag: words
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place (via larmoyante)
Posting again because I’m still proud of them, Tracey Emin inspired pillows, lyrics from ‘Inmates’ by The Good Life
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Rain came pouring down…
I had to screen shot this for Instagram but I love how the original is in motion.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via thesoutherly)
But I burned
for you—
Catherynne M. Valente, excerpt of Scapula (via camilla-macauley)
It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for.
Amy Poehler in Yes Please (via t-fey)
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