Blue: crimes & confessions
Blue: crimes & confessions
One of a kind; impossible to forget, but hard to remember!
Ever since I landed nothing has been the way I expected it to be... But, oh, well, there is hope yet..
"For nothing is impossible with God." (Luke 1:37)
HUGE MUSIClover, COFFEE addict, an amateur PHOTOGRAPHER pursuing perfection. BOOKish girl. Art admirer. CHRIST follower. Translator in the making.


"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.

"Stop," whispers the wallet.

"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.

(via nonelikejesus)

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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked… I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via misswallflower)

(via lajoiedespetiteschoses)

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… and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via wavingtovirginia)

(via illusionsneverchanged)

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