Sunday, June 3, 2012
Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it’s your last, or do you save your money on the chance you’ll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow down to smell the roses? And where do carbohydrates fit into all this? Are we really all going to spend our last years avoiding bread, especially now that bread in America is so unbelievable delicious? And what about chocolate? Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman (via overflowing)
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
She touched my face. ‘I will never forget you. I can never forget you.’ The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)

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Monday, May 28, 2012
I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides. Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up? I don’t know. I’m only me. Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it’s worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me. Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via heavyheartbeats)

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Sunday, May 27, 2012
I don’t know why terrible things happen to us sometimes, but I have to believe that something good will come out of this. Soul Surfer (2011)

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Friday, May 25, 2012
Nothing else ever in your life will affect you like music did in your early teens, and it puts you on a certain course. It’s like a love affair. It widens your taste and it broadens your view on everything. It saves you. Morrissey (via loveyourchaos)

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Monday, May 21, 2012
I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness. Jack Kerouac (via misswallflower)
Thursday, May 17, 2012
I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise  (via nicollecamille)

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Monday, May 14, 2012
The real struggle…is about you: you, a person who has to learn to live in the real world, to inhabit her own skin, to know her own heart, to stop waiting for her life to begin. Caroline Knapp (via outcamethesun)

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Friday, May 11, 2012
Constantly worrying about your reflection and criticizing your body, shape and size is an act of violence against yourself. Emma Thompson (via loveyourchaos)

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Sunday, April 29, 2012
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thelifeguardlibrarian)