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What I’m Reading Right Now #1 (09/14)― The General in His Labyrinth by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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What I’m Reading Right Now #1 (09/14)
― The General in His Labyrinth by Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

Oscar Wilde from The Picture of Dorian Gray

Oscar Wilde
from The Picture of Dorian Gray

― Frances Ha (2012)"Stop feeling bad."

― Frances Ha (2012)
"Stop feeling bad."

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Strobe Edge (ストロボエッジ) Ch.26

un-flipped:

Strobe Edge (ストロボエッジ) Ch.26

He had been crying quietly all evening. It did not show, not a vestige of it, on his face. It was all hidden somewhere and it wouldn’t stop.

— Ray Bradbury, The October Game

Chuck Palahniuk from Tell-All

Chuck Palahniuk
from Tell-All

by Eckhart Tolle

by Eckhart Tolle

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Fall on Your Knees
by Ann-Marie MacDonald

Random Line: Do you think there’s such a thing as a ghost who masquerades as a person? Do you believe that there are people whose bodies are still alive here on earth but whose souls are already in hell?

― Lymelife (2008)"You’re something special."

― Lymelife (2008)
"You’re something special."

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

― Lymelife (2008)Mr. Bragg: That’s one thing you can be sure of in life. Things change.

― Lymelife (2008)
Mr. Bragg: That’s one thing you can be sure of in life. Things change.

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

― Lymelife (2008)"If I disappointed you somehow, I’m sorry."

― Lymelife (2008)
"If I disappointed you somehow, I’m sorry."

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

― Sound of My Voice (2011)Maggie: I felt this…terrible sense of loss. Like when you wake up from dreaming about someone you love so much. And you turn around in bed and remember…that they’ve been dead for years.

― Sound of My Voice (2011)
Maggie: I felt this…terrible sense of loss. Like when you wake up from dreaming about someone you love so much. And you turn around in bed and remember…that they’ve been dead for years.

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

— W. H. Auden, Funeral Blues

I tried to be friendly but he had already locked himself away from everybody. He was lost in the pit of his own loneliness and frightened at the sound of his own voice.

— Anaïs Nin

― The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988)Tereza: What are you thinking? Tomas: I’m thinking how happy I am.

― The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1988)
Tereza: What are you thinking?
Tomas: I’m thinking how happy I am.

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)