February 2012
15 posts
January 2012
47 posts
“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty...”
– Sylvia Plath (via fornicating)
“She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - “that...”
– Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale And The Rose (via bunkercomplex)
“Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods,...”
– Henry David Thoreau, December 25, 1856 From The Journal of Henry David Thoreau 1837-1861 (via rhea137)
“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via misswallflower)
