nowtheyarethroughwithme: Crystal Castles-...
Written in ink, in German, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the...– J.D. Salinger, For Esme, With Love and Squalor (via foals-)
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes...– Vincent van Gogh (via girlwithoutwings)
Ah, my friends, I don’t know whether I ought to tell you any more about...– Hermann Hesse, Zarathustra’s Return (via fuckyeahsolitude)
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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via princedoms)
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I’m the one that has to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my...– Jimi Hendrix (via kari-shma)
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via livingbythesun)