etre moins volatile

mostly there, generally elsewhere.

Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.

Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919
(via girlinlondon)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via lifeinpoetry)

I can think, because you’re on Earth. I can wake up and open the windowpane and look around and gain access to that very first impression of the morning light because you came back and you are here. You are here and I can finally breathe.

Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre (via petrichour)

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My battered heart will always be
where the ocean meets the sand, I
will break over and over

Every day. That is the best and
worst part of me.

—Clementine von Radics (via journalofanobody)

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