June 2011
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We knew the pain of winter wind rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping...
– The Virgin Suicides (via caitlynaricelis)
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She wanted to die. And she wanted to live in Paris.
– Gustave Flaubert (via sandysays, juliac393) (via frogsandcrowns)
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I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my...
– When Harry met Sally (1989)
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a woman should be less concerned about Paris and more concerned about whether...
– Geoffrey Beene (via joeyanddoe)
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We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back,...
– Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Inside the Met Gala
Does anyone know where I can buy a daisy chain...
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i just had hot bath with lots of macarons. i felt...
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The musty smell
of old books,
autumn afternoon.
– Shawn Whitney (via wingsforlashes)
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This, when I am dead, will be a little faint perfume of me. People who knew me...
– Edna St. Vincent Millay (via dira)
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Girls…are so desperate to be in love. It’s so hard to tell if it’s real.
– Jane Austen (Miss Austen Regrets)