April 2013
Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than...
– Barbara Marciniak (via universal-wanderer)
March 2013
Speak if you have words stronger than silence, or keep your silence
– Euripides (via divinehours)
It’s frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have...
– The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
(via thechocolatebrigade)
We sat together for a few hours on the porch, talking, and staring at nothing....
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
I see you in colors that don’t exist.
– Paul Matsumoto (via doworkstayclassy)
Go away. I’m alright.
– H. G. Wells’ final words (via loveyourchaos)
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...
– Claude Monet (via pitchblackglow)
Be like the flower
who even gives its fragrance
to the hand that crushes it
– Imam Ali (via mahyaaaa)
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
– Elbert Hubbard (via moaka)
February 2013
It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.
– Hunter S. Thompson (via nadsatrassoodock)
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
– Jack Kerouac (via chandr-a)
…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
– Emily Dickinson, Letters of Emily Dickinson, edited by Mabel Loomis Todd (via thesaltwaternight)
I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via perfect)
In bed at 4PM
I held my pillow
and thought “oh well”
in regards to my entire...
– Tao Lin (via gebeine)
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If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. Kill narcissus. I had an...
– Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via electric-wish)
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...
– Charles Bukowski (via kaitlyn—anne)
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
– L.M. Montgomery (via floriental)