I give because I know how it feels to want.
Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.
― E.A. Bucchianeri (via psych-quotes)

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Why are boobs so soft. What are they made of. Is it the dreams of a thousand small rabbits

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Femininity is depicted as weakness, the sapping of strength, yet masculinity is so fragile that apparently even the slightest brush with the feminine destroys it.
Gwen Sharp  (via moaka)

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Do authors cry when they kill the best character or do they smile, laugh and have a cup of tea with satan

the difference between jk rowling and george rr martin 

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We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974 (via hellanne)

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Why did I obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn’t think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me… I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch   (via moaka)

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