and the rest is rust and stardust

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"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded,..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:56:47 -0400

““Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.””

- Letters From Nowhere (via annieodair)

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"IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my..."

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 13:57:12 -0400

“IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.”

- Clementine von Radics (via rabbitinthemoon)

"It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it..."

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 14:59:25 -0400

““It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. Then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.””

- Lester Burnham, American Beauty (via topographe)

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"For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles..."

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 22:53:43 -0400

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For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.

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- Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)

"I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a..."

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 22:46:26 -0400

““I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.””

- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via cheshirelibrary)

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"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t..."

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 11:03:55 -0400

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

- Catherine Breillat (via colinfirth)

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