avril 2012
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath
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EcouterAtlas Hands // Benjamin Francis Leftwich
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pornthisway: if you read this we’re now dating you have no choice
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i’ve decided to write “letters” {maybe closer to little fantastical tales} to a few of you and post them here. mostly to busmates and kel and possibly a couple others. it’ll give me something to do with the surplus time i have this weekend.
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“I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much, but a little free creature that slept...”
– Francesca Lia Block
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things i’m good at: writing love letters sleeping brewing tea buying useless trinkets and lacy underwear walking my dog naming spices, plants, and grecian deities daydreaming sighing twirling pining for unattainable men pretending to be a ballerina now if only i could find an occupation that incorporates all of this.
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“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide...”
– from Sculptor’s Daughter, by Tove Jansson
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“I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping...”
– Richard Brautigan, The Pumpkin Tide
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A girl in my Russian class on Gaspard Ulliel: “Oh, that weird-looking Hannibal guy?”
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psychic-doll-deactivated2012062 a demandé : hello. let's talk soon. i miss talking to you on a regular basis :'3
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“I need to reset my bones swingset my ribcage so the next time somebody pushes...”
– Andrea Gibson, Jellyfish 
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i’ve been keeping lavender everywhere in my room and under my pillow to help me sleep better at night. it’s not really working. in fact, since i started doing this, i’ve been having terrible nightmares nearly every single night. Lev says i’ve been crying in my sleep too, and i don’t think i’ve ever done that before.
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EcouterSweet Dreams // Emily Browning
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places to be alone
seafoamchild: in a gothic cathedral lying in bed, listening to summer rain a hot bubble bath on a wintery day a bookstore or a library pine forest, neck craned upwards at trees against the sky natural history museum sunrise from a hilltop, with only the birds for company near a crackling fireplace with a good book and a teacup in the grass at sunset, watching the clouds and the...
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“I cannot live without books.”
– Thomas Jefferson
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“Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you...”
– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
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“- Où sont les hommes ? reprit enfin le petit prince. On est un peu seul...”
–  Antoine de Saint Exupéry, Le petit prince, chapitre XVII
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EcouterOnce Upon A December // Emile Pandolfi
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I kinda wish that we still wore those pretty 18th...
rose-coloured-dreams: but I don’t “kinda” wish it, I absolutely, undoubtedly wish it. 
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Peeta: hey i just met you
Peeta: and this is crazy
Peeta: but i know everything about you but you were the one not paying attention and i watched you walk home every single day since the first day of school when your hair was in two braids instead of one and the teacher asked who knows the valley song and your hand shot straight up and i love you
Peeta: so call me maybe
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EcouterClaude Debussy - Clair de Lune
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“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people,...”
– Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera 
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