Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via oh-sayitaintso)
by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via oh-sayitaintso)
(via incisio)
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
by Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
by Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
(via citrum)
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
by Tris, Veronica Roth (via l0st-and-al0ne)
by Tris, Veronica Roth (via l0st-and-al0ne)
(via insono)
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.
by John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller (via 4mbivalent)
by John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller (via 4mbivalent)
(via iridaceas)
