February 2012
28 posts
thr-ill:
missing someone who’s not even yours
the veins on the backs of her hands are the color of the clear morning sky...
– W.S. Merwin, The Piano (via bloodisthenewblackk)
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who...
– Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via yeseyes)
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
– Pablo Neruda (via fleur-morte)
I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
– Sylvia Plath (via bloodisthenewblackk)
clavicola:
Thinking makes me so sad
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anaïs Nin (via doeheart)
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
– Boris Pasternak (via bloodisthenewblackk)
I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
– Hunter S. Thompson (via bloodisthenewblackk)
I envy you. Every moment
You can leave me.
I cannot
leave myself.
– Anna Świrszczyńska (via fleur-morte)