"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them." — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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4 hours ago · 1,784 notes · originally from bookmania

Ohi!

2 days ago · 5 notes

Seeing Bon Iver live -

worth every penny.

5 days ago · 8 notes

"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?" — Virginia Woolf
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1 week ago · 33 notes · originally from chandr-a

I caved.

1 week ago · 15 notes

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Your Bones, by Of Monsters and Men

In the spring we made a boat,
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.

Distant rhythm of the drum,
As we drifted towards the storm.
Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they’re swimming in the sea.

Troubled spirits on my chest,
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left my tall friend,
As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky,
Formed a tiger’s eye,
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.

So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.

Awaken by the sound,
Of a screaming owl.
Chasing leaves in the wind,
Going where we’ve never been.

Said goodbye to you, my friend,
As the fire spread.
All that’s left are your bones,
That will soon sink like stones.

So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.

So hold on,
Hold on to your heart.