larmoyante:

“It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”

— Frances Ha (2012)

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testt-drivee:

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brewzd:

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existential-celestial:

“I have never loved before as I love you, — with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”

— Vladimir Nabokov (b. 22 April 1899) in his letter to future wife Véra Yevseyevna Slonim dated November 1923, Letters to Véra

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passade:

“‘What are you thinking?’ the girl asked. ‘Nothing.’ ‘You have to think something.’ ‘I was just feeling.’”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via splitterherzen)

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anjalimehta:

Always waiting for something.

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I am so in love and I want this boy forever

stuck within a definition of myself I can’t even recognize

ryebreadgf:

anne magill

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