reckless abandon.

colour my life with the chaos of trouble.

And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured of a craving for something I cannot find and of the shame of never finding it.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via ileu)

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‘But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.’
The Lover, Daphne du Maurier (via creatingaquietmind)

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