i don’t pay attention to the
it has ended for me
and began again in the morning.
~Nayyirah Waheed (via epistaza)
(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via journalofanobody)
I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
~Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via perfect)
(Source: saddesteen, via chedvah)
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
~Sylvia Plath, ”The Unabridged Journals”
(Source: ivorylashes, via usne)
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
(Excerpt From: F. Scott Fitzgerald)
~Nick Carraway (via richardthewest)
Your mind was created to serve you, not to be your master.
~Jac O’Keeffe (via a-worldd-for-all)
(Source: ashramof1, via einsteinsdesigns)
When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Aren’t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it’s really not that bad; that’s an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it’s really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but it’s true. Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.
~Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via alzati)
(Source: ryantippery, via alzati)