The word ‘fuck’ is enormously satisfying.

— Tom Hiddleston, ELLE Magazine (via crystal-clefairy)

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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via observando)

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

— John Keats (via observando)

…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.

— (via mermaidsongs)

…is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via observando)