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(Source: serenadeofaneclecticloversmirage)

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Life Story Magazine, May, 1944

thegildedcentury:

Life Story Magazine, May, 1944

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(Source: wesuckandlovedick)

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❝The sea refreshes our imagination because it does not make us think of human life; yet it rejoices the soul, because, like the soul, it is an infinite and impotent striving, a strength that is ceaselessly broken by falls, an eternal and exquisite lament. The sea thus enchants us like music, which, unlike language, never bears the traces of things, never tells us anything about human beings, but imitates the stirrings of the soul. Sweeping up with the waves of those movements, plunging back with them, the heart thus forgets its own failures and finds solace in an intimate harmony between its own sadness and the sea’s sadness, which merges the sea’s destiny with the destinies of all things.❞

— Marcel Proust, Regrets, Reveries the Color of Time (via frauleinzooey)
× thegildedcentury:

Life Story Magazine, May, 1944

thegildedcentury:

Life Story Magazine, May, 1944

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❝Let someone love you just the way you are-– as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.❞

Marc Hack  (via clumsiest)

(Source: psych-facts)

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× allthingseurope:

Monte Cassino, Italy (by raffacama)

allthingseurope:

Monte Cassino, Italy (by raffacama)