There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.
- The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath (via ibecamethesun)

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Oh, my creator. Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
- Penny Dreadful (via brivid)

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The difference between an ordinary life and an extraordinary life is only a matter of perspective. Pull the blinds. Look around you. It is a mad, mad world and you do not require ten digit bank accounts to immerse yourself in it. Travel down dusty roads without a destination in mind. Climb a mountain and scream out into the void. Kiss the hell out of a stranger. Skinny dip in a lake. Get lost and lose yourself (they are two separate things). Explore the wilderness (especially the one within). Think less of destiny and more of the moment right here. Because when you are old and ill with your loved ones around you, fame won’t matter, nor will the extent of your wealth. You are the sum of the stories you can tell.
- Beau Taplin, “An extraordinary life.”  (via opaqueglitter)

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She comes off as very empathetic, and even a little vulnerable herself, but she wouldn’t be where she is today if she weren’t a wolf under that wool suit.
- C.J. Roberts, Seduced in the Dark (via wordsnquotes)

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It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
- Piper Chapman - What is love? (via larmoyante)

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