My darling…when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.
— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via wordsnquotes)
He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
— Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (via larmoyante)
Do you hear what I am saying? It is raining
inside my dream of you. The only true saints won’t let the heart
raffle off their desires. Once we could trust the simple spinning
of the planet to bring us back. But to where?
— Richard Jackson, “Benediction,” Heartwall (University of Massachusetts Press, 2000)
I don’t know if you’re really there; if you’re still you; but I love you.
— Rafael Castillo Zapata, Providence (via defense-mechanisms)
Hands shaking like
windows during a winter storm
and the dirt underneath your fingernails never gets scrubbed out, and
you are never made new, you are never given a second chance. Spines cracking, dark, like a secret whispered
into cold skin, in raw light, bleeding, bleeding - where? Terror, six feet under the frozen surface, you
swallow the blood.
— m.f., “for kieren walker” (via janesyre)
I think that I think too much and maybe you are everything that crosses my mind.
— Matthew Hauptman (via matthewhauptman)
This isn’t you. It’s a path you’ve ended up on, but it’s not you.
— Colin Barrett, Young Skins
You are the books you read, the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in. You are what you take from these. You are the sound of the ocean, the breath of fresh air, the brightest light and the darkest corner. You are a collective of every experience you have had in your life. You are every single second of every single day. So drown yourself in a sea of knowledge and existence. Let the words run through your veins and let the colors fill your mind until there is nothing left to do but explode. There are no wrong answers. Inspiration is everything. Sit back, relax, and take it all in. Now, go out and create something.
— Jac Vanek (via quotethat)
They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
— Tom Bodett (via hqlines)
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
— Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via indolentdreamer)
You have the most worth in your life.
No, your worth isn’t based on another’s validation.
Your worth is based on who you are deep down, when the fires burn away the irrelevant.
When the shit gets real.
You are who you are. You’re a special snowflake.
You don’t have to be a slave.
Or a master.
Or a bully.
You have to be you.
Stop. Breathe. Sit up straight. Drink some water. Eat some food. Take care of yourself. Take a break from whatever you’re doing, you can find time later. Take a nap, read a book, listen to music. Please take care of yourself. Being healthy is the most important task you have ever and will ever have. Do not let yourself get so busy you forget you need to be healthy. Take care of yourself. Don’t forget you are only human and you can only do so much. Do your best and make damn sure you know that’s good enough. Be you. Happy, healthy you. Please take care of yourself.
— k.c.w., "I’m tired of life, of everything" (via dreamingtravesty)
you sleep on the floor in the summer, hiding from the slats of heat that flood through your blinds and burn your skin. you’re face to face with the monsters under your bed that way. they never bother you, but you swear to god they’re there. when they breathe, they sound like you.
when you close your eyes there’s red searing the backs of your eyelids, and when you run your fingertips across your ribcage it feels like there are blades sewed to your hands.
you wake up five times. each time your skin is damp and you can’t turn your head without cracking your neck, and then your spine, one, two, three, four, five times. you don’t know why you woke up. the darkness underneath your bed makes your eyes hurt skin hurt head hurt hurt hurt.
you still haven’t figured out how to dream.