By the Sea


My name is Arianna i live breath and write.i love Conneticut. I live for books and poetry,the ocean in my muse...Frank Sinatra is my idea of an icon. Coldplay is brilliant. my constant companion is a book and most of all, I believe all of us can afford to adventurous.


allstreets:

Verversstraat - Amsterdam, The Netherlands

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The isms go, the ist dies, art remains Vladimir Nabokov (via journalofanobody)

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Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces. C. JoyBell C. (via hqlines)

 

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Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours. Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged (via hqlines)


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thedustdancestoo:

there are things only the pines know:
secrets, memories, dreams
ripe and sweet scented—
i remember once, the way it felt getting lost
with you there
and the way the air curled itself against us,
the taste of it on our tongues
when we howled at the moon,
there was no world
except this one, this world we created
lost beneath branches.
and i knew that even if we,
like wolves, were to devour that love,
it would still exist somewhere in our blood steam.

- the dust dances too

(for m.)

vacants:

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I left you because I knew I could never change you. You would stand in the room so still sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character. Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via vacants)

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Your body is an atlas,

and I’m overwhelmed

with this insuppressible desire

to travel the world.

Connotativewords | jl | Sights (via connotativewords)

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To this day,
my emotions are a Rubix Cube
with too many colors.

The last time
I cried in front of another human being
I apologized for making them uncomfortable.

Every time I hear “I love you”
I put a question mark at the end.

I’m an awful mechanic,
but somehow I’m still better
at fixing cars
than relationships.

I’ve punched holes in walls,
but the ones I’ve built around me
are still in perfect condition.

Rudy Fransisco, Rifle (via memoriesrecollected)

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free-your-mind:

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