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 gnargnar-af)

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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