December 2010
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.
– Charlie Chaplin (via kari-shma)
No matter how difficult the past, you can always begin again today.
– Buddha (via quote-book)
Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of...
– Francesca Lia Block (via thedukeofpuke)
There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be...
– Erma Bombeck (via thresca)
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...
– Franz Kafka (via dangerousperson)
if I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my...
– Charles Bukowski (via goldenoise)
The Eternal Resolution: a guide to salvation of...
I don’t want guidance, I want salvation. I want god, not the one in the sky, but the one within me. I want love I want affection. I want to be wanted. I want hips crashing into hips. I want the silence of me and him under covers. I want night drives with my best friends under countless stars and blessed moons. I want to wake to watch the sun rise along with my soul. I don’t want things...
Reblog if you wish you could sleep next to the...
The monster who swallowed the girl.: and other...
It’s not only you or your voice or your darling eyes or your oh so familiar sweet scent I miss. Yes I miss all the memories we created laying under the stars or walking with your hand around my waist under the stars. But as the days grow farther and longer and stretched out from what we once were, I realize I honestly miss feeling. I miss feeling irreplaceable. I miss feeling invincible. I...
The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
– David Foster Wallace (via constantflux)
Sometimes, I’m terrified of my heart: of its constant hunger for whatever it...
– Edgar Allan Poe (via some-tlc)
We can’t become what we need to be by remaining what we are.
– Oprah Winfrey (via quote-book)
Everything you can imagine is real.
– Pablo Picasso (via quote-book)
Heartbreak pt.1
You get used to it.
You get used to sleeping alone and waking up cold in the middle of the night with only a blanket to cover your bare, empty skin.
You get used to his eyes staring straight past you into the distance at her, or at least something more interesting than your melancholy face.
You get used to walking alone to breakfast under the leafless trees and you get used to eating your...