February 2012
53 posts
“When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or iPads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek…I ate what my mom made…I would think twice before I said “no” to my parents! Life wasn’t hard, it was good & I survived. Kids… these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised… I think we were happier kids :)”
—Happy Kid
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.”
—1984, George Orwell (via youngfolksociety)
“
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
” —Pablo Neruda, XVII sonnet
“If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I’ll tell you how sorry I am for everything I’ve done -” Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. “And when I’m finished,” he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, “you can help me find a way to forgive myself.”
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: “I’m sorry,” he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. “I’m so damned sorry.” —― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: “I’m sorry,” he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. “I’m so damned sorry.” —― Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven
“Perfect relationship is if you fight as husband and wife, chat like best friends, flirt like teenagers and care about each other like brother and sister.”
—Anonymous
“At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world, some are running scared, some are coming home, some tell lies to make it through the day, others are just now facing the truth, some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil, 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls, and sometimes, all you need is one.”
—One Tree Hill
“A juxtaposition of virtue and the possibility of eros.”
—Gabriel’s Inferno by @sylvainreynard
“Diet is the worst four-letter word in the English language. The number one wish of 13-year-old women in America is to be thinner. Not to be doctors, not to be lawyers, not to save the world. It’s to be thinner and not even healthy, it’s a shame. So I don’t talk about weight, I don’t talk about diet and I don’t talk about exercise.”
—Sophia Bush (via playingbackathousandmemories)
“Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed…It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith…the saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all.”
—Nicholas Sparks (Dear John)
