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Story of my life

“She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs, pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud…”

—   F. L. B.  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Louisa May Alcott, Little Women


Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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“Libraries are places where the damaged go to find friends.”

—   Tamora Pierce (via booksdirect)

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“Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?”

—   Cornelia Funke (via amandaonwriting)

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J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via fitzgeraldquotes)

(via scottoclock)

“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”

—   C. S. Lewis (via amorette)

(via theheartofhearts)

“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”

—   Madeleine L’Engle (via sadfag)

(Source: skeletales, via cursive-lines)