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We float.
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I exist in two places,
here and where you are
—Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (1965-1975)
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“Island House” in Breukelen, The Netherlands designed by2by4-architects.
Contributed by Pablo Manitta.
i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolocks through fields of lovely flowers, my struggle is real
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Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.
—from Black Heart by Holly Black (via thatkindofwoman)
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Read. Read anything. Read the things they say are good for you, and the things they claim are junk. You’ll find what you need to find. Just read.
—Neil Gaiman (via thatkindofwoman)
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At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
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