Love is a temporary madness.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No don’t blush am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident - Louis de Bernieres

the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

—Nayyirah Waheed  (via coffeekaling)

I bought you books

—Pick up line that will have me hook, line, and sinker (via bookwormbabe89)

they called her witch because she knew how to heal herself.

Here We Are, Reflections of A God Gone Mad (2nd edition)

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I wish I hadn’t shown you the darkest parts of me.

—I Would Take it All Back (#616: July 21, 2014)

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When you have an asthma attack, you can’t breathe. When you can’t breathe, you can hardly talk. To make a sentence all you get is the air in your lungs. Which isn’t much. Three to six words, if that. You learn the value of words. You rummage through the jumble in your head. Choose the crucial ones - those cost you too. Let healthy people toss out whatever comes to mind, the way you throw out the garbage. When an asthmatic says ‘I love you,’ and when an asthmatic says ‘I love you madly,’ there’s a difference. The difference of a word. A word’s a lot. It could be stop, or inhaler. It could even be ambulance.

ASTHMA ATTACK by Etgar Keret

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mimbeau:

Place de l’Opéra
Paris 1951
(unknown)

mimbeau:

Place de l’Opéra

Paris 1951

(unknown)

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