She looks at him like he’s the one who chooses the colors to paint the sky at sunset with. —



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September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret. —Albert Camus  (via oiseauperdu)
I would like to paint the way a bird sings. —Claude Monet (via enchantedfox)
Earth laughs in flowers. —Ralph Waldo Emerson in ‘Hamatreya’ (via carldavisblog)
You have witchcraft in your lips. —William Shakespeare, Henry V - Act 5, Scene 2 (via larmoyante)
Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man. —read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)
Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made. —Tyler Kent White (via allwereallyneedisweed)
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