" The woods are never solitary—they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. "

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L.M. Montgomery, Kilmeny of the Orchard (via wingsforlashes)

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Charlotte Brontë, “Evening Solace”

brookesierra:

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fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Just look at these two cool guys, Edmond and Jules de Goncourt, the hottest brothers ever. They were French writers of late 19th century. Not only were they so damn attractive gentlemen, but also incredibly talented writers. You could meet them hanging out with such magnificent figures as Gustave Flaubert or Emile Zola, not to mention Victor Hugo. This lovely portrait was drawn by their other friend, Paul Gavarni; thanks to him we can admire another example of history crushes in our 21st century hopefully lacking in exquisite gentlemen.

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Bach Cello Suite No. 2 in D Minor, Sarabande

From Såsom i en spegel / Through a Glass Darkly (1961)

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Does anybody know if it costs money to text people via iMessage if they live in a different country?

I really need to know. hahaha

"We look at each other; see that we do not know each other, stare, and go off. Such looks are lashes. I feel the whole cruelty and indifference of the world in them."

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Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via lavandula)

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