Chronicling the Unexceptional.

The random outburts and musings of the daughter of a pterodactyl amongst beautiful images of yesteryear and the beautiful ladies of the world.

You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via vintagehilly)

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Poetry and Promises: Maybe I'll move to Paris.

That’s where the painters go after all. Someone said they’d take me once but I’d rather go alone anyway. Maybe I’ll get a shitty apartment with no furniture and I’ll have to light the stove to stay warm but I will have paint. And maybe I’ll try to learn French just by being there and the Parisians…

I don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but I ask you to remember.
somewhere inside me
there’ll always be the person
I am tonight.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald  

(Source: quote-book, via teachingliteracy)