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You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
– Henry David Thoreau 

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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
E.M. Forster, A Room With a View
Then I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Charlie

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

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You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
– Henry David Thoreau 

(Source: decrepito, via 99parachutes)

(via all-atsea)

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
E.M. Forster, A Room With a View


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Then I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Charlie

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

(via calleditabsolutelynothing)

(via sarahhjane)

"You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this."
"It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal."
"Then I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be."

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