Vicar in a Tutu

A, 22, London
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.

❝Her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.❞
The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy (via quotable-notable)


Pachelbel’s Canon in D

❝Ah yes, my life’s a compromise — all a compromise.❞
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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❝You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.❞
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via c-ovet)

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❝you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
and not something everyone knows how to love❞

Warsan Shire - 'For Women Who are 'Difficult' to Love' [x] (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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❝Let everything happen to you.
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going.
No feeling is final.❞

Rainer Maria Rilke   (via lovely—delight)

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