"It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it." — Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via 50-5lbs)

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"I always felt that life was to go through and grow and make opportunities, make things happen. I never felt that because I was from Liverpool I shouldn’t live in a big mansion house myself one day." — George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (via thateventuality)

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"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too." — Ernest Hemingway (via jaaneusername)

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"I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older." — Virginia Woolf

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"You think relationships are difficult? Try friendships. Try courting someone in order to convince them to join you in some nameless, shapeless Platonic complication — forever. Convince an adult stranger that you are worth a healthy slice of their limited time and energy without the prize of sex or romance." — Laura Jayne Martin (via turquoisebeads)

"Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life." — Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via cordura)

"Are people frightened of me? I don’t know. Maybe after all, my soul is just not to their liking. And so it goes. Months ago, I started observing myself more and more closely. At first there was a sense of emotionless distortion; Parts of me were refusing stubborningly to belong to myself, (I mean really belong) whereas others had not existential structure in my mind whatsoever. Loneliness is an absolute feeling and when it crawls under your skin you often lose any personal perspective and sense of self. You even come to fiercly resent your sense of self. Depression is different; evil and self-manipulative - often not distinguishable enough, often narcissistic, often mad or fully sincere. Solitude is also different. Solitude used to work for me; it carried me over unbalance, it even made pain tolerable by transforming it into artistic creativity and constant hunger for expression. But loneliness - loneliness has nothing to do with complexity or abstract emotional layers or absence of vitality and triumphing sadness. Loneliness is crystal clear, hauntingly precise and absolute. Plain as that." — Diane Arbus, Revelations: A Question Of Belief (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head." — White Oleander (via blue-voids)

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"You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination." — F. Scott Fitzgerald, Porcelain and Pink (via fitzgeraldquotes)

"You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." — Oscar Wilde (via wordsthat-speak)

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Liz, 21, Barcelona. Future journalist.
History Nerd who loves
drinking Cocktails & daydreaming.
1920's - 1960's fanatic.
Old Hollywood, Mod Culture, Period Dramas, Silent Era stars, Classy people, Art...
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