Sunnydale, CA

Billy. Struggling poet/writer. An old soul. Welcome & Enjoy!

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

John Berger (via wordsnquotes)

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I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love… I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

Franz Kafka, The Castle (via wordsnquotes)

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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

— Agatha Christie  (via verminunrest)

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Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.

— Claude Monet (via translucidus)

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There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

John Steinbeck (via wordsnquotes)

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We talked for hours. He talked and I listened.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

— John Fowles (via observando)

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

— Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

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