May 2011
19 posts
May 26th
916 notes
May 26th
1,903 notes
Own Language
We essentially spoke our own language, and now English seems so depressing and unimaginative. 
May 24th
77 notes
May 24th
May 23rd
8,963 notes
“He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure that falling would not be an option.” — Ellen Hopkins
May 21st
24 notes
May 20th
3 notes
How strange it is to be anything at all…
May 19th
May 17th
4,400 notes
May 15th
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” — Sylvia Plath
May 14th
72 notes
May 12th
44 notes
Happy Mother's Day.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;    she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom,    and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
May 8th
May 6th
181 notes
May 4th
1,583 notes
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.” —Emily Bronte
May 4th
3 notes
May 2nd
3,532 notes
I know he is the perpetrator of atrocious crimes. Regardless, I cannot celebrate the death of a lost soul…
May 2nd
2 notes
May 2nd
111 notes