February 2011
January 2011
“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like...”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via libraryland)
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“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees,...”
– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“The circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.”
– Jack Kerouac (via violasaurus)
