"Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would… and then someone passed me a bit of some sweet stuff, and suddenly I realized that I had been to China. So to speak. And I’d forgotten it."

~   ― Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials  (via musingsinfemininity)

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"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."

~   Jaime Gil de Bieda (via musingsinfemininity)

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"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."

~   Sylvia Plath (via musingsinfemininity)

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"I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder."

~   Zelda Fitzgerald (via musingsinfemininity)

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Opaque  by  andbamnan