I’m determined to pick myself off the fucking floor.

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
written by Mary Oliver, from “To Begin With, the Sweet Grass” in Evidence (via litverve)

Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.
written by David Levien

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via quote-book)

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
written by Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via girlwithoutwings)

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Along the way accidents happen, detours get taken—the accidents turn out to be some of the best things.
written by John Irving (via theparisreview)

I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
written by J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via stuff—n—things)

Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
written by Edgar Allan Poe (via imfantasyparade)

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It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
written by Charlotte Brontë

Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
written by Thomas Cardinal Wolsey  (via aquaticwonder)

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