September 6th, 2010
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September 5th, 2010
I don’t know who I am. I’m not who I thought I was. I’m more. I’m complicated in ways I’ve never realized before. Not happy or sad, but both, and all the shades in between, all the time. I can be afraid of the melting glaciers and still turn up the radiator in my room. I can buy cheap jeans in Primark and still feel sorry for exploited garment workers. I can contradict myself. I’m not supposed to be simple. I’m complicated. I’m a mess. I can think a hundred different things at once. I’m one insignificant creature and I’m the center of the universe. My existence has no meaning and my existence is its own meaning. I am therefore I am.
Maddy Fisher, from the book Rich and Mad, by William Nicholson. (Submitted by ohsillykitteh)

∞11:48 pm, ∩422
Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound.” It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

Don Draper (Mad Men)

(gettoffofmycloud)


∞11:12 pm, ∩469
(Via Amandarinee.)

(Via Amandarinee.)

∞10:19 pm, ∩217
It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.
Mother Teresa (via todayithought)

∞10:19 pm, ∩404
We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.
Rick Warren | (via Star of the Sea)

∞10:17 pm, ∩652
Communication. It’s the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.
Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

∞09:12 pm,
All men must die, and no man can escape.
We turn and turn in the same atmosphere
In which no new delight is ever shaped to grace our living;
what we do not have seems better than
everything else in all the world.
But should we get it, we want something else.
Our gaping thirst for life is never quenched.
Lucretius

∞08:55 pm, ∩98
If you didn’t grow up like I did then you don’t know and if you don’t know it’s probably better you don’t judge.
“The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao” By: Junot Diaz | Submitted by: AznxxNugget

∞08:55 pm, ∩557
Dear John (via miseriadulce)

Dear John (via miseriadulce)

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People like you and I, though mortal of course, like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live. What I mean is that we never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.
Albert Einstein | awelcomedifference

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