Rhapsody

on a theme of life

sukanji:

 

Bruisegraphy by NataliaDrepina.



You have this incredible way of shattering my soul. And the only way you can is because I love you. And you, you are always fine.

sukanji:

 

Bruisegraphy by NataliaDrepina.

You have this incredible way of shattering my soul. And the only way you can is because I love you. And you, you are always fine.

aseaofquotes:

V.E. Schwab, Vicious

Maybe this is what you feel. Is it time ti quit?

aseaofquotes:

V.E. Schwab, Vicious

Maybe this is what you feel. Is it time ti quit?

ballerinaproject:

Isabella - St Marks Place, New York City

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If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one’s chances of survival increase with each book one reads.

Sherman Alexie (via afternoon-tea-and-books)

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl  (via malapropsbookstore)

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you wonder why I scoff at the idea of rachmaninoff in Vienna

And you wonder why I scoff at the idea of rachmaninoff in Vienna

(Source: danielodowd)

aseaofquotes:

Anton DiSclafani, The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls

aseaofquotes:

Anton DiSclafani, The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls

I hate those days where being in love feels like the worse thing that is happening to you. Where you’re taken to heights you never knew existed only to be dropped like a ton at the first opportunity. I hate those days where you physically walk around with pains in your chest and tears involuntarily slide down your cheeks. I hate those days where my questions and doubts resurface. I hate those days where I know there are other people who’d follow me anywhere even when they haven’t promised to. I hate those days which make me stock if what I have or rather what I don’t.But most of all I hate those days where slowly my fears were being laid to rest, but with a single comment or lack thereof they become more valid than before.

I hate those days where being in love feels like the worse thing that is happening to you. Where you’re taken to heights you never knew existed only to be dropped like a ton at the first opportunity. I hate those days where you physically walk around with pains in your chest and tears involuntarily slide down your cheeks. I hate those days where my questions and doubts resurface. I hate those days where I know there are other people who’d follow me anywhere even when they haven’t promised to. I hate those days which make me stock if what I have or rather what I don’t.

But most of all I hate those days where slowly my fears were being laid to rest, but with a single comment or lack thereof they become more valid than before.

(Source: photographyandpictures)