"In a field of daisies
you’ve always been
and in a crowd of people
I will always
— Nicole C. (via sundriedaisy)
"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and slow, small circles traced on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."
— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via typewriterdaily)
"I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me."
— anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong. (via floorboardcreak)
"A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms."
— from Zen Shin Talks (via sleephy)
(Source: serymn, via radolescence)
"I’m trying to
the part of the day
that I cannot
— Modest Mouse, Polar Opposites (via imofblueblood)
"God bless all con men and hustlers and pitchmen who hawk their hearts on the street, all two-time losers who’re likely to lose once more, the courtesan who made the mistake of love, the greatest of lovers crowned with the longest horns, the poet who wandered far from his heart’s green country and possibly will and possibly won’t find his way back, look down with a smile tonight on the last cavaliers, the ones with the rusty armor and soiled white plumes, and visit with understanding and something that’s almost tender those fading legends that come and go in this plaza like songs not clearly remembered."
"Isolation is a way to know ourselves."
— Franz Kafka (via poetrea)
(Source: thatsenough-fornow, via black--lamb)
"You fell, I fell—
we both fell.
but I drowned."
— Remy Raine, The Fall (via godmaking)
(Source: polinomial, via godmaking)
"At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via pianti)
(Source: larmoyante, via secrethistorys)
"A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? To detest existence and yet to cling to one’s existence? In brief, to caress the serpent which devours us, till he has eaten our very heart?"
— Voltaire (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via oh-girl-among-the-roses)