December 2009
72 posts
Dec 30th
Dec 30th
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
– emily bronte (via meganriley) <3
Dec 30th
Dec 30th
Note to Self: Life is for deep kisses, strange...
lovebot: avajean: asillylovesong: (via rawrxja)
Dec 29th
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“You’ve gotta be original, because if you’re like someone else, what do they need...”
– Bernadette Peters (via justbesplendid)
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“I know why you’re saying this, but you’re missing out. You know when it works,...”
– Sarah Dessen (via persistentlove) (via avajean)
Dec 22nd
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In all this chaos we've found safety →
Brighten: “We Chose the King”
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Dec 20th
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I don’t need someone perfect. All I need is...
lovebot:
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you'll be my vacation away from this place →
Gavin Degraw: “Chariot” (stripped version)
Dec 20th
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When I'm worried and I can't sleep, I count my... →
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So forget this cruel world where I belong. I'll... →
“Cello Song”: Nick Drake
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“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with...”
– Maya Angelou (via quotewhore)
Dec 16th
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“Women are stunning in clothes that look like they were made for sitting outside...”
– Kellan Lutz
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The stars smiled down on me, God answered in... →
Priscilla Ahn: “Dream”
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Listen“Passenger Seat” —Death Cab For...
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“I’ll eat you up, I love you so”
– Where the Wild Things Are
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“because certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times; for the most...”
– unknown (via meganriley)
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I am absolutely obsessed with Schoenberg's... →
the poem it’s based off of Two people are walking through a bare, cold wood; the moon keeps pace with them and draws their gaze. The moon moves along above tall oak trees, there is no wisp of cloud to obscure the radiance to which the black, jagged tips reach up. A woman’s voice speaks: “I am carrying a child, and not by you. I am walking here with you in a state of sin....
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