I’m at that point where I want to get up, leave, and never come back. But I know that even doing so, I would still be dragging my heart in a baggage. I am just damn tired. My bones are aching. My mind is pounding. All I want is for someone to care enough to pull me back in.
— (via thefinest-blog)
(Source: nostalgicjoy, via happy--l-ife)
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."
— unknown (via irynka)
"The happiest people have surely been the saddest."
— Rakishi, “Letters to myself" cir. 1960. (via homemayde)
(Source: 1924.us, via saintofsass)
"I can still taste you….I try to write with your taste in my mouth."
— The English Patient (via tanhayi)