angieyonkova
angieyonkova
hoja de ruta.
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"Кой път да поема от тук? - попита Алиса. - Зависи къде искаш да стигнеш - отговори Усмихващият се котарак. - Няма значение - отвърна Алиса. - Тогава няма значение и кой път ще поемеш - усмихна се загадъчно Котаракът. - ...стига да стигна някъде -...
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angieyonkova · 7 years ago
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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The world is big, and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
John Muir, from John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, ed. Linnie Marsh Wolfe (University of Wisconsin, 1979)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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I’ve never noticed how much warmer the cold can be when I’m sleeping with you.
Somako, The day after (via wordsnquotes)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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Ти си бъдещето. Замисли се. 
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.
Anthony Hopkins
10 Simple Ways You Can Break the Habit of Overthinking
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.
Jean-Paul Sartre (via wordsnquotes)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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Love me little, but continue.
Tuscan proverbs (via thelovejournals)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.
Ryan O'Connell (via thelovejournals)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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…And the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via wordsnquotes)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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The best writing is certainly when you are in love.
Ernest Hemingway
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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dalliance
(noun) As one of the most beautiful words in the English dictionary,dalliance is defined as a brief love affair, a flirtation or a fleeting love. A dalliance also has connotations of amorous toying, example flirting without mindfulness and stringing a person along. Inevitably, Gatsby’s ephemeral relationship with Daisy in The Great Gatsby comes forth in our mind. Though the word dalliance is delicately beautiful, its meaning is quite bittersweet; Daisy’s selfish, coquettish nature led to Gatsby’s demise. What we have learned is that a dalliance with the presence of unrequited love is lethal. (via thelovejournals)
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angieyonkova · 8 years ago
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As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.
Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores (via thelovejournals)
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