I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
-Franz Kafka (via ornatos)
(Source: hellanne, via visiondvision)
I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
-Albert Camus, The Stranger (via illusionsvk)
(Source: human-voices, via crucified-moons)
To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable.
-Ludwig van Beethoven (via mahlerfreak)
Most people are like falling leaves, which blow and turn in the air and stagger and tumble to the ground. But others, fewer, are like stars, they travel in a fixed orbit, no wind reaches them, in themselves they have their law and their course.
-Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha (via petrichour)
You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante, via inmyskin)
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
-Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via 4mbivalent)
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
-Oscar Wilde (via joaobarreiros)
(Source: cavum, via wordsofmelancholy)
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.
-Fernando Pessoa (via inhalethrough)
(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via wordsofmelancholy)
Make love like you have no secrets
like you’ve never been left
never been hurt
like the world don’t owe you a single wretched thing.
— Warsan Shire
(Source: commovente, via sadyoungliterarygirls)
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via lamontchristy)
(Source: josiemac28713, via karmazen)
As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
-Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via inmyskin)
You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
-“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” Warsan Shire (via therosethieves)
(Source: sotla, via hauntedcum)
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
-Chuck Palahniuk (via jasminelantoria)
(Source: sillinesssequestered, via wear-my-soul)
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
- Ernest Hemingway (via jenngofett)
(Source: larmoyante, via theladyisacat)