Well, I think being shy basically means being self-absorbed to the extent that it makes it difficult to be around other people. For instance, if I’m hanging out with you, I can’t even tell whether I like you or not, because I’m too worried about whether you like me. It’s stressful and unpleasant or whatever. And I have elements of that shyness in me.
- David Foster Wallace, Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself (via paradoxicalsentiments)

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I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
- (via jakuzarskey)

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Avoriaz
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
- Unknown

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kingschultzies:

♫ im on the highway to heck 

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darkandlong:


Peter and Jane Series // Miriam Elia
maddieonthings:

I’d never been to the Massachusetts coast, figured I’d come say hi (Wingaersheek Beach, MA)