![You are the only person on earth, Lover, who has ever known and loved all of me – Men love me ’cause I’m pretty – and they’re always afraid of mental wickedness – and men love me ’cause I’m clever, and they’re always afraid of my prettiness – One or two have even loved me ’cause I’m lovable, and then of course I was acting – But you just do, darling – and I do – very very very much -
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You are the only person on earth, Lover, who has ever known and loved all of me – Men love me ’cause I’m pretty – and they’re always afraid of mental wickedness – and men love me ’cause I’m clever, and they’re always afraid of my prettiness – One or two have even loved me ’cause I’m lovable, and then of course I was acting – But you just do, darling – and I do – very very very much -
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(via fromlittlececily)
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
(via fromlittlececily)
I cut my hair
when you broke my heart.
its growing back
I’m not.
I know that
even if you stood on the sun
you would still feel dark. (x)
(via soldierparachute)
She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.
Edith Wharton, House of Mirth
#because blair totally had a crush on dan first #there is no denying it #NO DENYING IT
(via girljustdied)
don’t you see that there are men enough to say pleasant things to me, and that what i want is a friend who won’t be afraid to say disagreeable ones when i need them? sometimes i have fancied you might be that friend — i don’t know why, except that you are neither a prig nor a bounder, and that i shouldn’t have to pretend with you or be on my guard against you.
you don’t know how much i need such a friend.
(via annelli0t)
![nightsofcabiria:
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
This line is even more beautiful in Spanish (its original form) and oh well, the poem is so beautiful and so Dair. Anyway if you haven’t read this Pablo Neruda poem, here’s the link in English maybe it can inspire a fic? [Thinking about you, talented Dair fic writers]. If you know Spanish, you can read the original version, which is much more beautiful. I’m using this edit in another project I’m working but I’m kind of cropping it and I really liked how this one turned out, kind of vintage-y, like a postcard, idk.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/222ecc239fc883badc958d8a4e654959/tumblr_mjgqjquc7A1qek90uo1_500.jpg)
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.This line is even more beautiful in Spanish (its original form) and oh well, the poem is so beautiful and so Dair. Anyway if you haven’t read this Pablo Neruda poem, here’s the link in English maybe it can inspire a fic? [Thinking about you, talented Dair fic writers]. If you know Spanish, you can read the original version, which is much more beautiful. I’m using this edit in another project I’m working but I’m kind of cropping it and I really liked how this one turned out, kind of vintage-y, like a postcard, idk.
Other Worlds: Bright Star
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
(Source: nightsofcabiria)
Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
a blair/dan daily tumblr
