Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers? — Helena Bonham Carter (via sne)
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And I thought of you, like always, and I felt I could spend four days on a bench with you and it wouldn’t be enough time to hear all the stories you have to tell— I literally want to know everything you have ever seen and what you felt like while you were seeing it. And I will be so much better my whole life for knowing those things. — Lena Dunham’s love letter to boyfriend, Jack Antonoff (via justkeeponthegrass)
I just miss you,
in a quite
way. — Vita Sackville-West (via visualcomplex)
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The less you know, the sounder you sleep. — Russian proverb (via supercata)
I always thought the saddest feeling in life is when you’re dancing in a really joyful way and then you hit your head on something. — Lena Dunham (via thedrollhouse)
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. — Kurt Vonnegut (via diasporicdecay)
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The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself. — Mark Twain (via everpink)
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I want to kiss you.
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars.
Or something. I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like “Your teeth are flowers.”
or “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. You
are some sweet boy with a good smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m in love with the miracle of your body
beside my body. — Love Poems, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)