You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via quoted-books)

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Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via larmoyante)

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You always told me
I was strong
It hurts so much
To prove you wrong.

clamjob:

*ride by lana del rey plays in distance*

clamjob:

*ride by lana del rey plays in distance*

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sh1re:

happy easter

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