I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.
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Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
By Les Discrets,L’échappée (via 90377)

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Some people live as though they are already dead. There are people moving around us who are consumed by their past, terrified of their future, and stuck in their anger and jealousy. They are not alive; they are just walking corpses.
By  Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

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How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
By Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via poetrist)

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Anita Ekberg

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But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.
By Alan Watts (via mjalt)

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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…
By  William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via mjalt)

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Can’t you see what you are doing? Can’t you see I’m scared to speak, and I hate my voice ‘cause it only makes you angry? I only talk when you are sleeping. That’s when I tell you everything. And I imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me…
By The Antlers, from Sylvia (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Amy Winehouse talking about tattoos during the backstage of her La Semaine gig, in January 2007 (x)

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
By Hanamoto Hagumi, from Honey and Clover (via violentwavesofemotion)

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The Sound - I Can’t Escape Myself - Jeopardy (1980)

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I feel so alone
Gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones

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I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.
By Albert Camus, The Stranger (via mjalt)

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