• I'll be fine I swear; I'm just gone beyond repair. //

  • Well, I’m Amber and there isn’t much to say. Music, dance, books, and photographs are what get me through each day. I live solely for the summertime. I can’t wait to get out of this town and just travel. I’m eighteen and intent on living my life to the absolute fullest. Talk to me, I’d love to get to know you. (:


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We are not restricted. No boundaries have been defined, no inhibitions imposed. We have, for the while, secured, or blundered into, our release, for the while. Spontaneity and whim are the order of the day. Other wheels are turning but they are not our concern. We can breathe. We can relax. We can do what we like and say what we like to whomever we like, without restriction.

— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
0 ♥ / 11 November, 2012

Is that what this is?” she asked, a child standing in the presence of a rainbow and afraid to blink even once for fear that it might be gone when she opened her eyes.

— Jodi Picoult (Salem Falls)
2 ♥ / 10 November, 2012

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.

— Bridget Jones’ Diary (via paranoia-wovendeepbeneathmyskin)
12 ♥ / 9 November, 2012

A compulsion towards philosophical introspection is his chief characteristic, if I may put it like that. It does not mean he is mad. It does not mean he isn’t. Very often, it does not mean anything at all. Which may or may not be a kind of madness.

— Rosencrantz (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
0 ♥ / 6 November, 2012

We’ve travelled too far, and our momentum has taken over: we move idly towards eternity, without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.

— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
0 ♥ / 2 November, 2012

We’ve been caught up. Your smallest action sets off another somewhere else, and is set off by it. Keep an eye open and ear cocked. Tread warily, follow instructions. We’ll be alright.

— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
0 ♥ / 29 October, 2012

And then again, what is so terrible about death? As Socrates so philosophically put it, since we don’t know what death is, it is illogical to fear it. It might be…very nice. Certainly, it is a release from the burden of life, and, for the godly, a heaven and a reward. Or to look at it another way - we are little men, we don’t know the ins and outs of the matter, there are wheels within wheels, etcetera - it would be presumptious of us to interefere with the designs of fate or even of kings. All in all, I think we’d be well advised to leave well enough alone.

— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
11 ♥ / 27 October, 2012

Life is a gamble - at terrible odds. If it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.

— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)
6 ♥ / 26 October, 2012

Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

— Polonious (Hamlet)
1 ♥ / 24 October, 2012

Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it, but there is no man. Only that moon.

— Sally Owens, Practical Magic (larmoyante)
1605 ♥ / 23 October, 2012

Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.

— Erik Larson (The Devil in the White City)
1 ♥ / 21 October, 2012

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.

— Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth (via vanished)
851 ♥ / 17 October, 2012

An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
6661 ♥ / 16 October, 2012

I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

— (via calmhiatus)
559929 ♥ / 8 October, 2012
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