Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
— Mother Teresa (via girlinlondon)

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I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
— Jimi Hendrix (via girlinlondon)

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Artist: Elliott Smith
Song: The Biggest Lie

Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
— Yousuf Karsh (via indigostarfish)

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I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.
— Sylvia Plath, Witch Burning (via seabois)

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There is nothing that controls our thoughts
more than what we think we see,
which we label ‘we.’
— Cole Swensen, from “In a Garden of Numbers” (via proustitute)

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
— Gabriel García Márquez (via seabois)

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I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
— Charles Bukowski (via aeloquence)

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Without you there is nothing, not even drizzle.
Without you there is nothing, not even drizzle.
I will build you bookshelves like you always wanted.
I will build you bookshelves like you always wanted.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
I will wash my foreskin every day.
— The People of Paper, Salvador Plascencia  (via clavicola)

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
— Bram Stoker, Dracula (via larmoyante)

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