I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...– Ernest Hemingway (via musingsinfemininity)
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...– 1984, George Orwell (via beatboxgoesthump)
Happiness depends upon ourselves.– Aristotle
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.– Oscar Wilde
I’ve decided to make myself strong. As far as I can tell, that’s all I can do.– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood. (via thefunctioningsociopathwholived)
Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is...– Mark Z. Danielewski
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders...– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via prima-volta)
How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I’m facing?– John Lennon
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.– Jack Kerouac
I met a boy, not today, when I got here. He was standing beside me in the dark and I could barely make his face out. His wide eyed stare met my petrified one. But I met him today, really, and I saw inside his soul. I saw his anger, his frustration. And I heard it crying out for warmth, for peace of mind, for someone not anyone to pick him up and tell him everything will be okay. I know because I...
In my life nothing goes wrong. When things seem to not meet my expectations, I...– Deepak Chopra
“Space, let’s go,” she said. “Space?” he replied, just to make sure he really heard it. “Yeah, space, just me and you.” “Just us?” “Yeah, you know I’ve always wanted to see the moon up close,” she repeated. “Okay,” he beamed. Space, just the two of us, she thought as she pushed the syringe down and lay back, soaked in pure...
When All Else Fails
There is always something in my way— the memory of my mother and father talking to the television, weather that traps me inside and breathless, an old boyfriend singing in my stomach. I fail at loving. To escape, I often come to this diner, sit in a corner booth, where I can be distant and unreliable to strangers instead of you. In this place I don’t have to return embraces. One night, when...
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...– Franz Kafka
Forever and Always
Three inches to the left no a little higher? no slight tilt upwards, shift to the side now? no too high, just a little more down yes, that’s perfect Straight, it’s finally straight. This fucking picture can’t just stay, so I got out the toolkit from behind the dryer and brushed off the thick layer of filmy gray dust that had been gathering over months, or maybe even a year, and I just bolted it...
Love is transient
Love is lost, like when you realize that your parents are people too, that they make mistakes and have babies on accident, because they don’t know any better than you do how to do things the right way, because they’ve been doing them the wrong way all along. Love is gone, when the table is cleared and the sink’s piled up with dirty dishes, when the sponges are torn from too much work and you have...
Sleeping Through Sunsets
The blanket of the night warms me up and lets me forget that the day just ended because once the sun sets it’s mine, you’re mine, and we’ll ride out to tomorrow. We’ll do somersaults on the trampoline leading to dawn. I’ll tumble down your warm legs, encapsulated by their rough unkempt skin, gnawing and sinking my teeth down into the first layer. “Ouch,” you’ll say. “Calm down,” you’ll say. But...
“the saddest part of a broken heart isn’t the ending so much as the start” -Let it Die; Feist
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