I like people too much or not at all.– Sylvia Plath (via forbiddenalleys)
It’s true. Everything I’ve read. All those stories, it’s all true!– the last words of Clive (Doctor Who)
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long,...– 1984, George Orwell (via anneleephoto)
In writing the short novel Fahrenheit 451 I thought I was describing a world...– Ray Bradbury (via anneleephoto)
Listen, kid. This is what happens: somebody - girl usually - got a free spirit,...– John Green, Paper Towns (via forthosememories)
Give me one reason to stay here, and I’ll turn right back around.– Last words of Tracy Chapman (via andweweredreaming)
I always have something to read. But there is so much to do: cigarettes to...– Alaska Young is my spirit animal (via fashionandfrivolity) She’s a manic pixie dream patronus. (via fishingboatproceeds)
In friendship…we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years’...– C.S. Lewis (via anneleephoto)
can this be a sound bite on my phone? I feel like that wouldn’t help the squander multiple dreams I’ve had about marrying him.
Nothing, but death.– The last words of Jane Austen, when asked by her sister if there was anything she wanted (via dyingprose)
We’re girls, we get jealous, we hate that mother fucker who spams your facebook, we tend to assume things, our imaginations go wild. Every second you take to reply, thousands of things goes through our heads ; We start assuming, and this is when we get insecure. But then.. we’ll try comfort ourselves, we’ll think back to our conversations and make our-self believe you ain’t that type of...
Go away. I’m alright.– the last words of H. G. Wells (via dyingprose)