all the colors fade

I love winter, a good book, music that speaks to my soul, and profound thoughts.

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Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary


Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

Yes yes yes and yes. Excellent version.

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my entire life is essentially my best friend strutting her stuff and me hobbling behind her carrying three pizza pies

The thrilling sensation of getting lost in a blizzard, of freezing to death in the woods and having to eat your friend’s buttocks to stay alive. That is lost on many people. Lorelai Gilmore
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The early church was married to poverty, prisons and persecutions. Today, the church is married to prosperity, personality, and popularity. Leonard Ravenhill (via unafraidunashamed)

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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 observando)
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I’ve learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages. Charles Spurgeon (via elemenopea)

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