December 2010
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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...
– Neil Gaiman (via fairylullaby)
I reblog this every year. But 2010 was truly a year full of surprises.
Instead of listing hopes and expectations for 2011 this time, I just wanna say..Thank You. Thank you to all my family and friends for a wonderful year. I will work on being a better person in...
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He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with...
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via colormerealist)
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I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a...
– Joanne Harris (via melancholynotes)
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Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn’t have a future or a...
– Tom Robbins (via scout)
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I’m gonna bury my feelings deep inside me. No matter how much I feel, I’m not...
– Oskar Schell, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via whatsuphannah) (via fuckyeahjonathansafranfoer)
somebody please teach me how to tear down those...
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kisses easily stolen are soon forgotten.
– (via catherinevania)
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There’s no Chanel collection without black. (It) will never exist. Who can live...
– Karl Lagerfeld (via cocochic)
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I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
– Starlings in Winter by Mary Oliver (via the-final-sentence)
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True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
– Florence King (via melancholynotes)
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You and I are standing this very second at the meeting place of two eternities:...
– Dale Carnegie. Another great one from the River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
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Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of...
– Antoine Rivarol (via heartwarming)
December!
melancholynotes:
‘November, love? I believe it is now my turn to grace the Earth,’ said December. November smiled, got up from his seat—creaking bones and all—and said, ‘Thank heavens my time is over.’ ‘It is that time of the year, isn’t it?’ December asked, sounding awed. ‘Naturally, you bring better tidings,’ November conceded, and that was that.
by lydianea
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The stiller she is, the more everything moves in the immense vocabulary of...
– Margaret Hasse (via melancholynotes)
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But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing...
– The Small Rain by Madeleine L’Engle (via melancholynotes)
2010, you’ve been good to me.