✧ — if you ever decide to age, love, invite me. i'll retire my bones to make you tea and read you poetry.

• no... to be human. to be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape. ― terry prachett
• how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ― a. a. milne
• look, we are not unspectacular things. what would happen if we decided to survive more? ― ada limón
• i have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow i am still in love with life. ― voltaire
• i wish you were here, dear, i wish you were here. i wish i knew no astronomy when stars appear. ― joseph brodsky
• an artist has got to be careful to never arrive at a place where he thinks he's at somewhere. you... have to realize that you're constantly in a state of becoming. ― bob dylan
• you are the only one who can never see your eyes unless they are dulled by the gaze they rest upon the mirror or the lens. i am interested in seeing my eyes only when they look at you... ― roland barthes
• i kneel into a dream where i am good & loved. i am good. i am loved. my hands have made some good mistakes. they can always make better ones. ― natalie wee
• i hope whatever haunts you in this life is silenced in the next.
• i contradict myself? very well then, i contradict myself; i am large, i contain multitudes. ― walt whitman
• you ask me above love and i tell you about violence.
• of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than i, and who more faithless?) of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds i see around me, of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, the question, so sad, recurring— what good amid these, o me, o life? answer: that the great play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. ― walt whitman
• joe: (sighs) ah my girl, i just... i love people. i love people. but... they get me down.
  • fleabag: yeah. people are... shit.
  • joe: oh no, darlin'. people are amazing, but when will people realise... that people are all we got?
• bitter are the roots of study, but how sweet their fruit.
• amo: volo ut sis. (i love you. i want you to be.)
• the struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. one must imagine sisyphus happy.
• i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room
• anonymous asked: what should i do?
  • destroy everything you identify with, then identify with something that you cannot destroy. i chose the sky, not any one cloud but i am the container
• the lesson of the moth: that is what life is for, it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant, and then to cease to exist, than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty. and before i could argue him out of his philosophy, he went and immolated himself on a patent cigar lighter. i do not agree with him, but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself.
• sorry, too, for letting you name the lamb before i slit its throat.
• i know how tired you must feel. i know that you’ve been working so hard. but these things are hurting you. everything is about to change, but you have to dare to proceed in a whole new way. you have to wake up in the morning and say, “i will not do the old things that i’ve always done. this is the start of my real life. this is the day i started treating myself like someone who matters.”
• you are not damaged. you are not socially handicapped. you are young and you are learning how to live. write that down. i am very young and i am learning how to live.
• so you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. you must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. ― rainer maria rilke