I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap.
Probably not even real.
My name is Kelly and you can email me at email@example.com
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via misswallflower)
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
— (via misswallflower)
Everything passes. Everything changes. Just do what you think you should do.
— Bob Dylan, Lyrics from To Ramona (via re-examine)
I killed you. I killed everything about you in my mind and set it all to flames because, like you…I can’t afford to care anymore. I can’t bare to give a shit about someone who couldn’t care about me. I just can’t.
— Nyqolas Andrew Hale (via sinmister)
I have decided
to make a home
in my own body.
I no longer
Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.
— (via themoonsbonestructure)
When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?
Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (387)