So it goes.

Cristian King. San Diego raised. San Francisco educated. Current Seattle resident.

“But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.”

—   Virginia Woolf, The Years  (via rabbrakha)

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Logan Lerman for Vanity Fair Italy - 2013

Logan Lerman for Vanity Fair Italy - 2013

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 T.S. Eliot, in his obituary for Virginia Woolf,  from “The Bloomsbury Group: A Collection of Memoirs and Commentary”

 T.S. Eliot, in his obituary for Virginia Woolf,  from “The Bloomsbury Group: A Collection of Memoirs and Commentary”

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“Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn’t meant to be reasonable.”

—   Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via whyallcaps)

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iroh:

jeanroqueraltique:

my kitten says hello

omg!

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Ariana Grande - My Everything

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aseaofquotes:

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

aseaofquotes:

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“Truly you don’t have to worry darling until night. We won’t let the night things come in the day.”

—   Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via violentwavesofemotion)

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breathtakingdestinations:

San Francisco - California - USA (von James CW Chang)

breathtakingdestinations:

San Francisco - California - USA (von James CW Chang)

spurca:

i often confuse my gaydar with my overpowering pleasebegaydar

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“Accustomed to the calm aspect of things, she turned, instead, toward the more tumultuous. She loved the sea only for its storms, and greenery only when it grew here and there among ruins. She needed to derive from things a sort of personal gain; and she rejected as useless everything that did not contribute to the immediate gratification of her heart,—being by temperament more sentimental than artistic, in search of emotions and not landscapes.”

—   Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

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Every time an older man is like “Hey I’m looking for someone to spoil” I always seriously consider “am I desperate enough to be essentially a prostitute?”