April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via viage)

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You drink about it, smoke about it, don’t talk about it. (via rainydayandapotoftea)

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The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive. Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson in his timeless Kenyon College commencement address, May 20, 1990. (via thatkindofwoman)

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