1. After all, it never would have happened if I had not met you. You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life. For days after I met you, something seemed to throb in my veins. As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at every one who passed me, and wonder, with a mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. Some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror. There was an exquisite poison in the air. I had a passion for sensations….
    — The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
     
  2. What She Knew, Lydia Davis 

    What She Knew, Lydia Davis 

     
  3. 10:52 13th Feb 2014

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  4. 10:15 7th Feb 2014

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"The main thing is to write what you really feel.""Oh, I couldn’t do that," he said. "No, that would never do.""But why not, Stephen? Of course it would do.""No, it wouldn’t," he said, and smiled straight in front of him as if he were thinking of some private joke. 
-I Capture the Castle, Dodie Smith

    "The main thing is to write what you really feel."
    "Oh, I couldn’t do that," he said. "No, that would never do."
    "But why not, Stephen? Of course it would do."
    "No, it wouldn’t," he said, and smiled straight in front of him as if he were thinking of some private joke. 

    -I Capture the Castle, Dodie Smith

     
  5. 22:34 15th Dec 2013

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    HOW THE CYNIC FALLS IN LOVE

    kaitrokowski:

    When I realized I loved you 
    it was not romantic 
    Not flush with pink roses & wine
    but rather normal 
    Rather standing in line at CVS 
    clutching a four pack of peanut butter cups 
    & cold medicine
    It was a quiet realization 
    Like checking the weather I was currently standing in 
    "Huh. It’s a bit warmer
    than I would have guessed.” 

     
  6. 18:15 30th Sep 2013

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    Do not make
    homes
    out of people.
    This will leave you
    homesick
    and sad,
    missing arms that
    cannot hold
    roofs,
    hearts with
    shaky foundations.
    — Michelle K., Home. (via audrotas)

    (Source: michellekpoems)