- "Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face." - Andrea Gibson, “Pansies” (x)
- “Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.” - Jonathan Carroll (x)
- “All you need in life is family, a true friend and your middle finger up.” - Kristen Stewart
- Just friend
- Always with me
- Golden cage
- “expect sadness like you expect rain. both, cleanse you.” — Nayyirah Waheed (x)
- "We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning." - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (x)
- But not all dark places need light. I have to remember that. - Jeanette Winterson (x)
- When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own. - Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (x)
- “I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.” - Elay Neal Moses (x)
- Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you. - Deepak Chopra (x)
- “My hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water.” - Julio Cortázar (x)
- Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. - Haruki Murakami (x)
- “I woke up this morning for three minutes. I rolled out of bed, put on my slippers, and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. That was all I could take. I went back to sleep. I didn’t go back to bed. I just went back to sleep. I slept all day. I sleep most days. I’m asleep when I go to school, asleep when I’m telling the barista which form of caffeine I prefer. It never wakes me up, but I spend $3.50 on it anyway. I’m asleep when my professors are talking, asleep when I go to the store to pick up milk. Sometimes I wake up, but it’s terrifying so I go back to sleep right away. I want to wake up. I want to have a reason to wake up. I brush my teeth every night before bed and wonder how many times I will brush my teeth before they are clean enough to never brush again. I eat lunch and wonder how much more I will have to eat until I’m full enough to never eat again. It’s easy to sleep through routine; I guess that’s why I stay here. I wish I could be done with this life so I could finally sleep properly.” — Marianna Paige (x)
- "Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time." - John Mayer (x)
- Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating. - Anneli Rufus (x)
- "Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?" - Louise Flory (x)
- Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe - A. A. Attanasio, The Dragon and the Unicorn (x)
- “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (x)
- “I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.” — Helena Bonham Carter (x)
- “You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet.” — Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You (x)
- “I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.” — Marianna Paige (x)
- Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets. - Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (x)
- do you ever think about all the people who you might have fallen in love with if only you’d taken a different way home or stood a little longer in the bread aisle at the supermarket? all the people who might have been an integral part of your life but instead you’ll never know them. the unimaginable impact that our mundane choices have on our lives really gets to me. think of how many times i might have died if i’d made different choices. maybe i’d be homeless. maybe i’d be famous. maybe i’d be rich. sometimes i’m so overwhelmed by the impact of my choices that i can’t choose anything at all because i’m afraid today will be the day that i make the choice that changes everything. - Unknown (x)
- Love is being held in somebody’s arms for 40 minutes straight and they don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it. And love is forgetting they did that for you because love is hard to stay. Love is rage spread thin. It is madness. It is the depths in which we’ve gone to profess and to prove, love is sadness. Love has made me cry at my reflection in the mirror, love has made me scream and claw at it. It has turned me unrecognizable, impermeable through my running mascara and the scars upon my skin. Love is shattering glass and love is running barefoot at night in a neighborhood of barbed wires and metal around the windows. Love is destruction, to peel away at the layers of your skin and bones and to watch your flesh on the dirt remake themselves anew. Love is disgustingly pathetic, self-humiliation and love is blindness. Love is pure devotion. It is mean and it is fabricated. It’s all that it is cracked out to be and a little more. Love is the fine line between fucking and making, it is felt by the most wasted hearts. Love makes you cringe. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck curl like grapevines only to tighten and choke the tears you promised yourself you would not cry. Love makes you beautiful and so so ugly, at the same time. It is the diabolic hope dangled on a string, the purposeful pulsing of blood, the fleeting moments of coherence, of infinite. It is the plight of the hopeful and the hopeless, it is the medium in which we find ourselves most comfortably insane. And then, when you come back down, you find that love is.. humbling. It is the softest and prettiest affliction. And it is so so so so fucking real. - Unknown (x)
- When I asked you why you like collecting fireflies in jars, you told me that they were like having a piece of your own little galaxy. I sometimes wish I could fit all the most wonderful bits of you in a jar so that you could see that you are a walking galaxy, irradiating everything you touch. If only they made a jar the size of the universe. (x)
- Tell yourself you are beautiful. Sober. You claim that a bottle of six dollar wine opens your eyes. I suppose you’ve never seen yourself in this glorified state. Your brown eyes (that remind me of that one time I mixed mud and honey), are barely visible between your eyelids. Your smile is present, yes, but I swear it looks like a ghost. Your words are often mangled in tears and you tell me that my heart is not heavy enough to decipher them. It’s in these moments you remember that you like to dangle off high places. Remember that one time you almost flipped out the window? You laughed when I screamed your name. You told me nothing would happen because:
- 1. You lack the confidence to jump.
- 2. You love too many people. (x)
- "Breathe easy, love. Steady your hands, let my fingers intertwine with yours. I cannot promise I know what okay feels like, but the way you break and weep might be the right direction. I know it feels like mud plates your insides but you are not empty anymore. Come closer, let me kiss your forehead. I could write novels about how wondrous you are, those that could battle Tolstoy’s in length or we could sit in silence because most days you render me the good kind of speechless. You tell me you are different, not as happy as before. The only difference between before and now is the scars you refuse to let heal. No one can exist scarless, love. The sum of them are like your exoskeleton. It shows you’ve been to war and even if you mistake yourself for a casualty, you are a survivor. Breath easy, love." (x)
- Somebody says there are miracles,and another says there aren’t. But at the end, at a desperate moment, anyone prays for a miracle, and waits for a miracle. That’s why a miracle should exist. So that a slight hope at least can be given at every desperate moment, a miracle must exist. But miracles are miracles because they’re not common. Rather than luck that you didn’t anticipate, there’s much more misfortune that you couldn’t even think of in this world. - Reply 1994 episode 11: The Miracle That Will Happen to Us
- Time is not at all what it seems. It does not flow in only one direction, and the future exists simultaneously with the past. - Albert Einstein (x)
- Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there. - Unknown (x)
- Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. (x)
- Maybe this world is another planet’s hell. — Aldous Huxley (x)
- You speak almost no words, but your heart screams. And somehow I hear it. — Yasmin Mogahed (x)
- "If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going." — Jamie Tworkowski(x)
- "No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough." -Clementine Von Radics (x)
- "The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are." (x)
- "And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you." (x)
- "I just disappeared. I do that. I move into another world, a different world. Like boarding a train running parallel. That’s what disappearing is. Don’t you see?" - Haruki Murakami — Dance Dance Dance
- "One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life." - John Green (x)
- "I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I’ll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway." - Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You
- "I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon." - Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (x)
- "I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning, or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You didn't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."
- "I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again." - Charles Bukowski (x)
- "But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby." - Emony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
- "So, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy, I really do. I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight. I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking. I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life. I hope there’s a kite in your hand that’s flying all the way up to Orion and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out. I hope you’re smiling like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth. Cause I might be naked and lonely, shaking branches for bones, but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met. You were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat. And I wish you were here. I wish you’d never left.", - Andrea Gibson (x)
- "I have a fire in my fingers and I want to believe in this, in me, in you and the way your eyes burn when you look at me and remember why the world spins and atoms collide because of fate." (x)
- "I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond.", - M Train (Patti Smith) (x)
- "We were both a little damaged, a little broken, a little more cautious than before. And I think that’s what ruined us. We stopped ourselves from falling because we didn’t want to feel anymore." (x)
- "And there you are. And I liked you a lot today. A lot. And I want to talk to you. Selfishly.", - Anne Sexton, from No Evil Star: Selected Essays, Interviews, and Prose ; “The Freak Show” (x)
- "I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favorite records. Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start.", - Andrea Gibson (x)
jul 24 2013 ∞
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