March 2011
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)
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via princedoms)
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)