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  • 20th October
    2014
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I can’t handle this,” he told her.

But something in his expression screamed:

“I can’t handle you.”

And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #75  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: blossomfully, via thatkindofwoman)

  • 20th October
    2014
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What is my worth, if I cannot be attractive? What is my worth, if I cannot attract attention? What is my worth if I am not dainty? What is my worth, if I am not skilled in the kitchen? What is my worth if I am not soft-spoken? The language of feminism was meant to answer those question by reminding women, and men who live outside the self-prescribed boxes of gender, that your worth is inherent, it arrived when you were born, it stays with you long after you die.
Chinwe Ohanele; "Afromentality-Shame" (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: ezibota, via thatkindofwoman)

  • 18th October
    2014
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farewell-kingdom:

Belgium-based ad agency Soon used paper as the medium for make playful little insects and beautiful flowers. Each sculpture was handcrafted out of recycled materials, photographed, and used in a brochure to advertise company IGEPA Benelux’s new line of recycled papers (via).

(via chaitra)

  • 16th October
    2014
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None of us have long on this earth in the grand scheme of things. In a way our lives are little more than raindrops splashing one after another in an ocean of existence. And it’s an easy thing to feel small and swallowed up by the enormity of it all. But it doesn’t have to be that way. The meaning of life isn’t some well guarded secret the universe is withholding from you. You’re a raindrop, remember that - it’s not always about leaving a ripple in the water but learning to find some joy in the fall.
Beau Taplin || R a i n d r o p s (via afadthatlastsforever)
  • 16th October
    2014
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  • 15th October
    2014
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On the way home I noticed a cab-driver crowd gathered in front of P.J. Clarke’s saloon, apparently attracted there by a happy group of whiskey-eyed Australian army officers baritoning ‘Waltzing Matilda.’ As they sang they took turns spin-dancing a girl over the cobbles under the El; and the girl, Miss Golightly, to be sure, floated round in their arms light as a scarf.

Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Submitted by: perletwo! Thanks!

(via quoted-books)
  • 15th October
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  • 12th October
    2014
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Finally selling my stash of Mills & Boon books. Several hundred of them!

Finally selling my stash of Mills & Boon books. Several hundred of them!

  • 10th October
    2014
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    2014
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  • 9th October
    2014
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