❝ two people, sitting on the top of a slide during the freezing night, wordlessly holding hands. it was like being a ten year old boy, and a ten year old girl. one lonely boy, and one lonely girl. — haruki murakami, 1Q84 [book 3]

❝ you’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong. — unknown

❝ if the world sang instead of screamed, it would be a nicer place. — ed sheeran

❝ it was just you and me. everything else just disappeared. — her, 2013.

❝ i laughed because it hurt too much to cry. — unknown

❝ you are like night, calmed, constellated. your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. — pablo neruda

❝ you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees or the starts; you have a right to be here. and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. — max ehrmann, desiderata

❝ no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. we don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. — dead poets society, 1989

❝ you made me happy when i should have been miserable. you were the only person who could reach me, and maybe that scared me. you accepted me—broken and faulty. — monica alexander, buried castles

❝ today in science class i learned every cell in our entire body is replaced every seven years. how lovely it is to know one day i will have a body you will have never touched. — [l.m.]

❝ i want things to hurt — cigarette smoke to burn my lungs, glass shards to cut my skin, pavement to rasp against my knees. i do not want beautiful; i want a goddamn tragedy. — meggie c. royer

❝ we should be able to kill ourselves in our heads. and then be reborn. to be able to talk, to look at eachother, be together. as if we never met before. — i killed my mother, 2009

❝ and in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. — f. scott fitzgerald.

❝ your lips are like wine, and i want to get drunk. — william shakespeare

❝ the flower bloomed. the flower, the flower bloomed. it was terribly afraid of the wind. nobody had ever seen it before, and it seemed to bloom. — aku no hana, 2013

❝ in this love you are like a knife with which I explore myself. — franz kafka

❝ be soft. do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place. — kurt vonnegut

❝ what they want is dead heroes, like sid vicious and james dean. i’m not interested in being a dead fucking hero. — john lennon, december 5th, 1980

❝ you think you’re special? you’re not. everyones the same, everyone lies, everyone hides things. no one makes it through this life being completely honest. — izaya orihara

❝ find what you love and let it kill you. — charles bukowski

❝ whoever battles monsters should take care not to become a monster too, for if you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you. — friedrich nietzsche, beyond good and evil

❝ if i can’t be beautiful, i want to be invisible. — chuck palahnuik