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Big dreams. Little steps.

Living, loving and dreaming in silk chiffon.

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hsaptus)

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People only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.

Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence (via hsaptus)

I wouldn’t say only. But a large proportion of the time.

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69dorothydenise:

You’re beautiful, I promise.

Oh my God. Je t’aime!

Love this.

Love this.

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I should leave my house more. But you know…naps. Important matters of state. Such and such suchness. Etc Etc. #CouchPotatoesUnite #BedLoversUnite #NoButSeriouslyThough #WhatTheActualF

I should leave my house more. But you know…naps. Important matters of state. Such and such suchness. Etc Etc. #CouchPotatoesUnite #BedLoversUnite #NoButSeriouslyThough #WhatTheActualF

I don’t care much for Facebook, but when I do give it the time of day, my timeline rarely (if ever) disappoints me. #Poetry #Beauty #More

I don’t care much for Facebook, but when I do give it the time of day, my timeline rarely (if ever) disappoints me. #Poetry #Beauty #More