Friedrich Nietzsche (via happy-absturz)
is my season…(via carnets—intimes)
— C.G. Jung (via observando)
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse."
— (via tutsiejane)
To whom I owe the leaping delight
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
The breathing in unison
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
And babble the same speech without need of meaning.
No peevish winter wind shall chill
No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only
But this dedication is for others to read:
These are private words addressed to you in public.
— T.S. Eliot,A dedication to my Wife (via carnets—intimes)
— Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key (via quotethat)
There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.
— (via dirtyberd)
— Neil deGrasse Tyson (via thatkindofwoman)
- “Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.”— (via taurusloveforganymede)
- Scrolling through tumblr...
I’ve decided a few things…
1: I miss having black and red hair
2: I wish my hair was healthy so I could have a color...
- “It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could but an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of...”
- “I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.”