"Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better."
—Henry Rollins (via kari-shma)
"Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense."
—Louise Erdrich (via emotionlacedexpressions)
Things I find strangely pretty: dust swimming in the afternoon sun.
"I envy you.
Every moment, you can leave me.
I cannot leave myself."
Every moment, you can leave me.
I cannot leave myself."
—Anna Świrszczyńska (via exemplaryvegetable)
"She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum."
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via girlinlondon)
"There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."
—F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby (via anditslove)
"And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins."
—The Silver Chair, by C. S. Lewis (via tendrecoeur)
“That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.” ~Jim Morrison
"ardent, adj.
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought… it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight."
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought… it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight."
—David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via fleurishes)
