evaporation
precipitation

if you broke down my brain into a million segments this would be it or something similar anyways

“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”

— Edgar Degas (via razorshapes)

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“In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.”

— Robert Brault  (via larmoyante)

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“It wasn’t until I started reading and found books they wouldn’t let us read in school that I discovered you could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else.”

— John Waters (via larmoyante)

8:58 pm  5,412 notes

“For just a few moments—while this lasts—it is all right to surrender completely—to forget everything and just permit yourself to feel.”

— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged (via largely-quotes)

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“I bought plum blossoms
more for the name
than for the color;
I buy lipstick that way, too.
In other words,
if it sounds like a poem,
I’ll take it.”

— Dorothea Grossman, “Untitled” (via larmoyante)

10:14 pm  1,023 notes

“Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that’s how couples stay together: they’re not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. i hope it’s not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.”

— Nick Hornby, Slam (via thephoneticspelling)

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“Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.”

— Portia Nelson, “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” (via larmoyante)

11:42 pm  1,555 notes

“When to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?”

— Robert Frost (via likeafieldmouse)

9:56 am  585 notes

s.t.