beneath the oak : archive message rss Sons and Lovers writings

literature and natural lifestyle
littledallilasbookshelf:

Passage Verdeau, Paris

littledallilasbookshelf:

Passage Verdeau, Paris

(via wordpainting)

aphelia:

untitled by Danique - 88Forever on Flickr.

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You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you. by Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice (via xoxo-hallojmo)

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I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. by Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via larmoyante)

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salutdolcevita:

Good morning

salutdolcevita:

Good morning

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teachingliteracy:

Blissful solitude every morning (by juliaclairejackson)

teachingliteracy:

Blissful solitude every morning (by juliaclairejackson)

I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next. by Meghan Lynn (via lullabysounds)

(via kidjayby)

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. […] I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and of the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness… by Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via hellanne)

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