Wonder Lost

My life through these pieces of text
fashion,philosophy, classic lit, film, and occasional cute animals.
~ Wednesday, July 9 ~
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~ Friday, July 4 ~
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I love macaroons 

I love macaroons 

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bookmania:

Sad lines from a beautiful book.

bookmania:

Sad lines from a beautiful book.


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~ Friday, January 3 ~
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unwantedinspirati0n:

folow me for more

unwantedinspirati0n:

folow me for more


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~ Friday, August 16 ~
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aseaofquotes:

Ray N. Kuili, Awakening
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Ray N. Kuili, Awakening

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~ Saturday, June 22 ~
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Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
John Green (via seabois)

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avidist:

☼☽☆ ☼

avidist:

☼☽☆ ☼


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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via simply-quotes)

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~ Tuesday, June 18 ~
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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via simply-quotes)

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~ Monday, April 15 ~
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But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
— Haruki Murakami (via seabois)

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~ Monday, March 11 ~
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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

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