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noviembre 4, 2012

When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

Fernando Pessoa (via theglasschild)

noviembre 4, 2012

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

Oscar Wilde (via antiquedvintage)

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noviembre 4, 2012

The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.

Frank Sinatra   (via hollygohardly)

noviembre 4, 2012

I can’t think again. Not ever again. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via 4mbivalent)

noviembre 4, 2012

I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now while I’m still little, because when I grow up I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.

Sylvia Plath, age 8  (via littlebluepenguin)

noviembre 4, 2012

It’s not the load that breaks you down. It’s the way you carry it.

C.S. Lewis (via fleshscars)