“ I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.
Laura Valerie
The inspirations of a 22-year-old Australian romantic. I write at One April Morning.
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Jan 24
(via kimm--)
“ I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via wistless)
(Source: mascella, via teachingliteracy)
Jan 23
serena mitnik-miller is dope
(Source: theswallowtailsociety, via awelltraveledwoman)
“ Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.
— Saul Bellow (via petalsquotesandthorns)
(via teachingliteracy)
(via thelovelyloner)
duane michals, this photograph is my proof
“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen, she did love me. Look see for yourself!”
(via romanceandrevolution)
(via teachingliteracy)
books are my escape.
(Source: lllineart, via teachingliteracy)
“ When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
— Frederick Buechner (via middlenameconfused)
(Source: julie911, via sabrinatan)
“ Believe in love’s infinite journey, for it is your own, for you are love. Love is life.
— Rumi (via simplyisis)
(via sabrinatan)
