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I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. - - Jonathan Safran Foer
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❝ My mouth can’t translate the things my heart says.

— Jin Akanishi (via bribery)

(Source: solonishi-jin)

tcrews52:

The Rocky Mountains of Wyoming
Along the Beartooth Hwy, a drive you’ll never forget, a drive you will want to do again and again……..
❝ I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.

— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: simply-quotes)


By Green Wedding Shoes
oldbookillustrations:

He could be seen […] erect and melancholy on his horse.

Georges Roux, from King of Camargue, by Jean Aicard,  Philadelphia, circa 1901. 

(Source: archive.org)
thatwanderinglonewolf:

Gazing into your Soul by Tristan Findley
pumpkinsandsweaters:

Want more Fall? 
pumpkinsandsweaters
oldbookillustrations:

But, hark ! — she stops — she listens — dreadful tone ! 
‘Tis her Tormentor’s laugh — and now a groan.

Edward Corbould, from Lalla Rookh, an oriental romance, by  Thomas Moore, London, 1853.

(Source: archive.org)
❝ There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything

— Luna Adriana (via suspend)

(Source: silly-luv)

rusticmeetsvintage:

. by -joannablu kitchener- #flickstackr
Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/oY8iEq