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"You are so vulnerably haunting; Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible."

~   Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena (via violentwavesofemotion)
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vitrina:
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Jeune et Jolie (2013)
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(via lefilou)

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magic-of-cinema: À bout de souffle 1960 / Jean-Luc Godard
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"If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me
know and I’ll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name."

~   The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)

(via theburnthatkeepseverything)

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weissewiese: Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
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"Stay busy. Good thoughts. Goodkarma. Go running, go shopping, go out with friends, splurge on a pair of shoes you’ll only wear once. Feed your dog, your cat, your pet fish. You are okay, you are okay, you are okay. Go to bars and let a boy buy you a drink. Let him whisper dirty things in your ear as he wraps his hand around a disappearing wrist. But remember: you do not owe anyone. So many things to do and it is okay, you are keeping busy. Take showers that are too hot, showers that burn thesadness right out of you. Sleep with the lights on. Tell your friends that love can be expensive as you decline their attempts to fix you up. The bar has been your best friend all these years. Ignore how your sheets smell like too much wasted love. You have things to do. The little sadnesses will pile up: seeing him, not seeing him, how you weren’t enough to change the tide, the wrong boy texting you the sweetest things. It is okay. Someday, you will be beautiful again."

~   the shipfitter’s wife: A SPECIAL KIND OF HEARTACHE 
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fuckyouverymuch: We try to breathe.
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"You are not Dostoevsky,’ said the woman…
‘You never can tell…’ he answered.
‘Dostoevsky is dead,’ the woman said, a bit uncertainly.
‘I protest!’ he said with heat, ‘Dostoevsky is immortal!"

~   Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via chatiment)
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