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—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold—so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via luthienne)

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This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)

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She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade (via wnq-writers)

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We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

Veronica Roth, Divergent (via quotethatword)

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joscphincs:

“this is what i get for actually agreeing to go on a date,” josephine muttered sotto voce, her glass nearing empty. she’d only been there for thirty minutes ( and she had been early, too ), but she was just about ready to leave. earlier that week, she agreed to go on a date with a persistent barista that kept writing his number instead of her name on her cup. she had only done so at the advice from her father, who insisted that he wanted to become a grandfather ( or at least hear that she went on a date ) before he kicked the bucket. she fumbled with her phone in her hands, almost jittery with dread. “how long until you know that you’re being stood up?”

“i don’t know. you tell me.” bruno shrugged, letting out a small laugh, as he took another sip of his drink. eyes finding hers in what was supposed to serve as a sympathetic motion from someone who was going through pretty much the same thing. when it came to dates, he didn’t have a problem putting himself out there. if he wanted to find love somewhere, he was supposed to give people a chance, but well, the girl could have called. “—i’m in the forty minute mark. you?”

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ladyshaem:

“You would think people would’ve given up on this bullshit by now.” Shae rolled her eyes as she came to a stop house of sin had been spray painted on Miss Mary’s Home for Girls’ wall, right on the new coat of paint too. “Honestly, the only thing remaining is them doing a fucking prayer circle and bringing holy water to have us repent for our sins.”

“What the hell?” Bruno shook his head in disappointment. Eyes focused on the wall in front of him as the frown settled on his expression. “Who the hell would even do that? This is ridiculous.” He looked around the place, as if he was looking for clues as to who was responsible for this. “No matter what you believe in, you don’t spray paint people’s walls.” He turned to the woman by his side, raised eyebrow. “Is this a common thing?”

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larkwingcd:

“ look i know this is gonna sound ridiculous, but it’s almost midnight and i need a ride home — i mean you can trust me, i’m a member of the school’s pta — daya kapoor ? you might know me, i’m the one that sells the homemade chocolate chip muffins. ” by definition, daya kapoor was a mess. a life of meticulous order + a string of disorders = a consequence of unavoidable plights. yet no where in that balanced equation did it show daya slipping into the empty front seat of a stranger’s car in the middle of the night with bags of meth buried under several baskets of muffins. in between shallow breaths and fixing her wild unruly hair that she’d certainly deplor in the morning, she had noticed upcoming headlights approaching them. with a hitched gasp in her throat and her heart drumming against her ribs, she turned to the driver. “ fuck !  just drive ! please ? as fast as you can. ”

bruno fumbled with the mess that had became his windshield and glove compartment. frustration slowly growing as he attempted, and ultimately failed, at trying to find his wallet in the middle of lost papers, pens, old forgotten earphones, and stick note with important reminders that must have held meaning at some point. it was way too late for someone who had to work as early as him to be out, but he had been restless and unable to sleep, and driving was supposed to help clear his mind. “—...” a slightly familiar voice grabbed his attention, making him frown. name just really clicking with the face after she’d presented herself as member of the pta. “oh, hey, hm. i’m bruno. arts teacher—” he nodded at her, seating back straight in driver’s seat, as she slipped in. mind only really startled, after he’d heard the urgency in her words. “—oh, oh, okay. sorry.” bruno buckled his seat belt, and started driving ahead. motions rushed, as his mind failed to register the headlights as anything related to this. “are you okay?” his eyes averted between her and the road, tone drowned in worry. “do you need, like, a hospital or something?”

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lorelcix:

               “ no — no don’t even think about trying to make good of this situation right now. not only did i need you to hold my hair back while i threw up outside the taxi window, but you actually allowed me to get on top of the bar and belt out the lyrics to here i go again by whitesnake without even budging to stop me. i’m going to be on youtube for decades and i’ll never be able to forgive you. ”

bruno tried to hold back laughter, one hand over his lips as he shook his head slightly. “listen, it was not like i was exactly sober either, but i tried my best, alright. i practically pulled you away from that bar, but you were hellbent on showing people your talent. something about how everyone deserved to hear whitesnake.” a small chuckled escaped his lips. “look at the bright side, though, the video ends before you get to the taxi. it could have been way worst.” 

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You’re never going to be 100% ready and it’s never going to be just the right time, but that’s the point. It means that every moment is also the right moment. If you want it, you just have to do it.

(via alunit)

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thecassiemorgan:

“Okay, don’t look now,” Cass started, trying her hardest to look at the other’s face and not let her eyes drift. “I’m normally alright if people look at me, but tell me the person in that shop window isn’t giving me the evil eye right now! Is there something on me? I’m not dressed inappropriate for the mall…?”

He stopped for a second. His best attempt at subtle failing miserably when he couldn’t stop frowning while looking at the person across the window. “Well, I wouldn’t say crazy eyes, but certainly not normal human expression.” He turned back to her, one eyebrow raised. “Nah, you are fine. —Do you want me to go there and talk to them?”

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tfxsindri:

       “Okay I know this may be crazy or even stupid but I was wondering if you could help me with something?” The man questioned the other, the Irish accent still obvious in his voice even after all the time away from his home country. “I found this dark looking abandoned house — that I’m pretty sure is haunted, by the way. I need to take pictures of it and I think it would look thousand percent better with you in it.”

Bruno let out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. “See, the compliment is a good way to lead this up with, but it’s way too clear I’m only getting that because you don’t wanna go alone.” He chuckled, a small raise of his eyebrow being the only indication that he was considering the proposition. “Okay, I mean, are you going to just take pictures or do you actually intend to try and contacting ghosts?”