February 2012
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rabbitearz asked: i could hours on euphoria. its absolutely beautiful!!!!
I’ve never been in love. But I’m hopelessly in love with the idea of being in love.
“She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—- a...”
– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (via clavicola)
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave...”
– Anatole France (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
I need a boy who will play God Put A Smile Upon Your Face for me when when Im sad.
“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most...”
– I Wrote This for You (via not-badforagirl)
“What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther...”
– Egyptian Book of the Dead (via dirtcrumbgoddess)
“The wind blows hard among the pines
Toward the beginning
of an endless past....”
– Shinkichi Takahashi (via lucifelle)
clavicola:
My mind needs to take a breather
“Everything in the universe is within you. Ask all from yourself.”
– Rumi (via lucifelle)
ayeinnoc:
I swear to you I’m really not much - from head to toe, from skin to bone, and from inside to outside, I am not the one who you will find happiness with - you will have to seek someone else to fill the void you desire. I cannot delude myself into thinking I can be with you simply because I know I will not match your expectations. I no longer want to be the disappointment.
unknown-one:
I never told you —
So many untold stories, unsaid thoughts and what I should have said. When I talk to you, I shut down completely. When I’m around you, you make me speechless. When feelings were gained, no courage were built to stay. When you faded away, I second guessed everything. When we became distant, things changed. And when it felt like you’ve finally left, I needed...
“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via andcombust)
gonna give me heart away
leave it to the other boys to play
bad weather
lyricrhetoric:
my head was in the clouds last night, a stormy shock of short circuiting electrical impulses. my mind a dense fog through which I could not see, obfuscating my thinking. my newfound clarity taken from me in the night and I stumbled around confused and lost. I was blind again. my eyes looked like rain. I spoke a jumble of mismatched words forming nonsense at the urge of violence.
