Right about now I’m wishing i could just fall off the face of the earth to make all of this shit go away.
You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such...– Carl Sagan (via yogurtdale)
Just as I’m trying to focus my mind on the sound of the train passing a few blocks from here, as i lay in my bed next to my dog, hoping maybe it can block out my thoughts, then it disappears.
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in...– “Valentine,” Carol Ann Duffy (via clavicola)
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; How could you become new...– Friedrich Nietzsche (via elige, sex-death-rebirth) (via pyrrhic-victoria)
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
Most people treat the present moment as if it were an obstacle that they need to...– Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)
Your words are like knives, they pierce my skin...
The things we do just to stay alive
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different...– Hermann Hesse (via moreofamore)
foolheartedchild: I love the sound of rain, I love the bells on my porch that sing when the wind blows. I love when the rain drums on my roof and the wind sings to the trees and they dance, and it all plays like an orchestra as I fall into my bed while my memories of today spin above my head, I wonder when life will stop moving by me so fast.
So we meet again.