This is a collection of things that speak to me.
For the "wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful."

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takemetomountains:

Come what might, she would be wild, untrammeled, free. 

James Joyce, Ulysses

 1822 16th April 2014

takemetomountains:

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

Ernest Hemingway 

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 1285 16th April 2014

"Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy."

   ~   Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)
 1706 16th April 2014

"They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world."

   ~   F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via cardigansandcocktails)

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 13925 16th April 2014

"maybe that’s why as english speakers we use ‘like’ and ‘um’ so much, we are always searching for words that aren’t there."

   ~   nayyirah waheed (via larmoyante)
 3355 16th April 2014

"The greatest challenge is not to find love but to accept it when it is given to you."

   ~   ourwildways (via ourwildways)

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"There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind."

   ~   (via youngfolksociety)

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 285722 16th April 2014

"There’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go."

   ~   Jeffrey McDaniel (via perfect)

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 11152 16th April 2014

em-muh:

Just put on dark lipstick and act like nothing happened

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 134197 16th April 2014

"I have legs
that are always battered and bruised.
There is a filth
associated with the fact
that someone molded you
in their image, not yours.
Do you belong to yourself?
Did you ever really?
Your mother did not teach you
the treacherous ways
in which a woman must claim herself
over and over again.
Bloody tongues,
hesitant hands,
these are the things
that will kill me."

   ~   Michelle K., 8:19 in the Morning. (via michellekpoems)