Smells of night, earth, and salt air were cooling my temples. The wondrous peace of that sleeping summer flowed through me like a tide… for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
written by Albert Camus, The Stranger (via thearistocatic)

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Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
written by Louis XIV’s last words (via postwarera)

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I just wanted a gifset of all three… (x,x,x)

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Interviewer : How would you describe yourself as boyfriend ?

Tom Hiddleston : “Very honest, I hope. God, I don’t know. I hope I’m fun, I hope I’m a good time. Spontaneous, surprising, affectionate ? I hope, kind. Dancing… a lot of dancing. I insist upon dancing. Anywhere. Anytime. The more dancing, the better.”

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Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.
written by Chuck Palahniuk 

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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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