Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

Neil Gaiman (via wordsthat-speak)

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4 days ago on 04/11/14 at 06:37pm

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Last words are for fools who have not said enough.

Karl Marx’s Last Words (via flourz)

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Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.

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