Halcyon - Words unwritten

Halcyon - Words unwritten //
My dreams: France, New York, San Franciso, being a real ballerina, zen garden, fairy lights, flowers, black coffee, books :) //
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You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No

— Alison McGhee (via hellanne)

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You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.

— Ryan O’Connell (via simply-quotes)

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I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via 4mbivalent)

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lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE

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Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

— S.E. Hinton (via hatelyn)

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I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

— Ernest Hemingway, from ‘A Farewell to Arms’ (via dk-italy)

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theparisreview:

I dream you, and you come to meintact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthingthe sweetest lies as if we cared.As if, in fact, we might begin againwith needle-tracks and scratches down your armsthat might have told in drunken hieroglyphshow heavy-shouldered I pick my waythrough a night of empty forecourts,back to the etceteras of passion:the obligatory pathos of discarded shoes,the glass of water juddering by the bed,the face my heavenly eyes avoid.—Tim Kendall, “Hieroglyphs”Photography Credit Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov

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makemestfu:

So relatable :)

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