A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many...
But having more freedom she only became more profoundly aware of the big want....– D.H. Lawrence (via suzywire)
Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via per-essere-bella)
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the...– A Spy in the House of Love, Anais Nin
There’s still 7 oceans worth of you here, in the world you left behind. That’s...– I Wrote This For You: The Ghost Tear (via quote-book)