I fell in love with a girl who picked flowers instead of arguments and had no time for bad things because she so carefully curled herself against them. you were summer recklessness but you always had these two rules : stay with me and dont become a ghost again.
For the first time I feel the stabbing pain of...
And it’s utterly unbearable.
You prayed for rain, I prayed for blindness.
He’s my sun; he makes me shine.
I’m tired. And it’s not the kind that needs sleep.
Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which...– Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via femme-ex-machina)
Feeling that are so foreign to me now it’s as though I only imagined them.
It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.– Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake (via de-licacy)
I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via likeafieldmouse)
You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see...– Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring
I woke up, my heart aching. I woke up to an empty space in my bed. If only it were possible to relive memories. To stay and liger in them so that I could have more time to lay by your side. Although I’m afraid I would never leave.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m afraid of my own emotions.
But I love you. Even when you’re in a crowded room of blurred out faces. When your thoughts slur together and flicker through your brain in a twitchy sort of fanatic manner. So quickly that I know you couldn’t possibly be thinking of me, I love you.