You Can Be Dead Inside And Still Shine, Dont You Believe Me? Just Ask The Stars.

You can be dead inside and still shine, don’t you believe me? Just ask the stars.

VàZaki Nada (via aristotless)

And like roses in his hands, death blooms.

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff (via lessaofpern)

I was scared and I was scarred. And I don’t know which happened first.

isusulatkonalang  (via wnq-writers)

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via theanglicist)

I asked: when this is over when this is won do you think the dead will forgive us? when this is over when this is won do you think we will forgive us? she said: if it will ever be over if it will ever be won I think there won’t be anyone left to pardon

C.P. (via abugwrites)

…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.

Ivan Turgenev

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Fathers and Sons

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