May 2013
148 posts
I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And...
– Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind. (via viviling)
The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so...
– Alan Watts (via lloveisaplace)
Some days I can go nearly an hour
without thinking of the taste
of your mouth.
– Tim Seibles (via rarararambles)
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way:...
– Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via her0inchic)
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things...
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via wethinkwedream)
I feel as if I am an ad
for the sale of a haunted house:
18 rooms
$37,000...
– Richard Brautigan (via johnsteinbeck-)
Tell me a ghost story.”
“Okay— you and me.
– ~Jonathan Carroll (via armchairoxfordscholar)
Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15...
– (via cumpressing)
I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person.
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via petrichour)
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Your entire life you will let parts of you die. Some just fade away until...
She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via houltlings)
And that’s when it hits me, the punch in the stomach, the carving out of my...
– Beautiful by Amy Reed (via lostinthesounds)
Always
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage,...
– Osho (via electrichoney)
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it...
– Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening...
– Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the...
– Elay Neal Moses (via wordsthat-speak)
I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete...
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Akhmatova Journals (via violentwavesofemotion)
i wont remember you, i promise.
itsalltohellanyways:
i am forgetting you slowly, but surely.
I make sure my lips are blood red and i don’t think twice about what you might think of them.
I light my cigarettes and exhale the smoke
I imagine that smoke is the last trace of you leaving my chest cavity for good.
I put out that damn cigarette and you are gone.
I wont remember you, I promise.
flatsound:
at 2:18 in the morning i had the confidence to ask you if you’ve been fucked recently in an attempt to hurt myself more than you’ve hurt me as if the answer would fix me and i could let go of a feeling in my chest, heavier than the weight of your body spread across the fabric of a bed that isn’t mine
Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have...
– Maya Angelou (via creatingaquietmind)
Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign...
– Henry Rollins (via middlenameconfused)
I think we can’t go ‘round measuring our goodness by what we don’t do, what we...
– Chocolat (via creatingaquietmind)
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The way you slam your
body into mine reminds
me I’m alive, but monsters
are...
– Richard Siken
Snow and Dirty Rain
(via jaimelannister)
I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that...
– Cutting for Stone (via ohheyitsthatkid)
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the...
– N’tima (via nicotortorella) (via shehasnoears)
This
Sometimes you have to play the villain to save yourself.
– D. Ouija (via thatkindofwoman)
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
– Rudy Francisco (via aurelle)
I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her...
– Anaïs Nin (via quotewhore)
It’s about moments in life that are great but don’t last. They don’t go on, but...
– Sofia Coppola on Lost In Translation (via aurelle)
But some day I’m going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via 7phmilkhotel)