July 30th, 2014 // 0 notes
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first. Blaise Pascal, Pensées (via observando)
July 29th, 2014 // 247 notes
saltyrose:

of yours, a secret
July 29th, 2014 // 185,123 notes
July 28th, 2014 // 0 notes
artmastered:

Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Roses in a Vase, 19th century
'I will be very careful the next time I fall in love', she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around the house that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it. She wanted her next lover to be a broom. Richard Brautigan, Sombrero Fallout (via observando)
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