ohmycavalier:
“Brontë kitty.
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ohmycavalier:

Brontë kitty. 

newportfolkfest:
“ Bob Dylan - July 26, 1963 Newport Folk Festival
Photos by Rowland Scherman
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newportfolkfest:

Bob Dylan - July 26, 1963 Newport Folk Festival 

Photos by Rowland Scherman

“Jean-Paul Sartre’s letter to Simone de Beauvoir
”

Jean-Paul Sartre’s letter to Simone de Beauvoir

feistiest:

the fact that stars exist and we can look at them every single night for free just makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!

victoriajoan:

Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being – it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Max Ehrmann,Desiderata (via bookmania)
sarafratini:
“ Nina Simone.
I wish I felt that more in my life.
”

sarafratini:

Nina Simone.

I wish I felt that more in my life. 

Me saying bye to my cat: Goodbye, I love you!!! Make good choices today. Don't forget that you're the most beautiful cat that has ever walked this earth. I'll be thinking of you all day!

Reinvention doesn’t have to be earth-shattering. Accepting yourself is a form of reinvention because you go through the world differently. You can look at yourself and like yourself. You don’t want to destroy yourself. When you start treating other people better, that’s reinvention.

You don’t have to go from being an astronaut to a movie star. I’d rather just wake up in the morning and think, ‘Yeah, alright, I’m ok with who I am and I’m going to treat myself well today and be nice to everyone.’ That’s plenty of reinvention for the average person, including myself. Generosity and graciousness, we could all benefit from a little more of that.

— Carrie Brownstein (via salesonfilm)

And my sister, she is gonna die trying
With her heart ablaze
And a fighting song
Not me, I’ll be a dandelion
Ooh, give a gust of wind
And I’m gone

[…]nerviosos, mis dedos,
Se mueven hacia el cielo imitando tijeras.
   
Oh, mis dedos quisieran
Cortar estrellas.
Alfonsina Storni, “Dos palabras
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