December 2011
“Love is my insides all messed up.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams…”
– W. B. Yeats, from “A Poet to His Beloved” (via proustitute)
“I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.”
– Lemony Snicket (via nocternity)
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
– Virginia Woolf (via rosettes)
“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...”
– Evelyn Waugh (via misswallflower)
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via seabois)
“I am too pure for you or anyone.”
– Sylvia Plath (via u-f-0)
“Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.”
– Baruch Spinoza (via theunquotables)
“They’ve promised us that dreams come true - but forgot that nightmares are...”
– Oscar Wilde (via illusies) 