Eye of the soul

Summer, but a bit rainy and cool. A year and a half has past. I'm comming back.

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When you’re thinking about the rest of your life, you’re never really thinking more than a couple years down the road.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via kerryquotesquotes)

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bibliolectors:

Reading between friends / Leyendo entre amigos (ilustración de Paul Hoppe)

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Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.

Jack Kerouac (via nathanielstuart)

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earth-song:

Northern Saw Whet Owl” by Mike Lentz

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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via likearegularbookworm)

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Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via bookporn)

itwasthebestoflines:

For Whom the Bell Tollsby Ernest Hemingway (1937).

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eirenics:

22160006 by WilliamWJHurd on Flickr.

There were always in me, two women at least. One woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.

Anaïs Nin (via amandaonwriting)

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wordpainting:

Yes, they do.

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