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Giles | Autumn/Winter 2007

velvetrunway:

Giles | Autumn/Winter 2007

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”

Margaret AtwoodThe Blind Assassin (via cannonbonecracks)

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.”

– Walt Whitman (via huzzahwhat)

“She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.”

White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via literarylines)