? I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together. ?
Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil (via hqlines)

? You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me. ?
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via larmoyante)

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? But you deserve the universe and I’m just a star ?
27/07/14 (via incoloure)

barefootinparis:

my kind of proposal


? Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door. ?
Unknown (via noirdunuit)

(Source: earthtojea)


? And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself. ?
Charles Dickens  (via closedforprayer)

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