hi. i am shona.... leo, isfp, queer, vegetarian, lazy spaz, master's graduate, aimless enthusiast.

 

… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t — you’re right.

Henry Ford (via theohpioneer)