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No amount of verbose thoughts could define her. A living contradiction--lives in this world but not a mundane.
She's the only angel that got away.

This blog infuses her inner thoughts and reveals her secret garden. Her writings summed up the bewilderment of her world. A precarious hue but an encourager as well.

She is Mae. \m/
A daughter of the Star-breather.
Welcome to her balmy world! This blog divulges her own paradise.

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“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”

Haruki Murakami
(via poignantic)

Posted 4 days ago With 1,481 notes

“That was the problem. He was a drizzle and I was a hurricane. He couldn’t handle being wrecked by someone like me.”

A.C (via aikkinot)

Posted 4 days ago With 36 notes

“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via observando)

Posted 1 week ago With 2,212 notes

“I love the book. I love the feel of a book in my hands, the compactness of it, the shape, the size. I love the feel of paper. The sound it makes when I turn a page. I love the beauty of print on paper, the patterns, the shapes, the fonts. I am astonished by the versatility and practicality of The Book. It is so simple. It is so fit for its purpose. It may give me mere content, but no e-reader will ever give me that sort of added pleasure.”

Susan Hill (via observando)

Posted 1 week ago With 411 notes

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”

Dr. Seuss, I Can Read With My Eyes Shut! (via observando)

Posted 1 week ago With 785 notes

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.”

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via observando)

Posted 1 week ago With 708 notes