Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.
Posts tagged quotes
Haruki Murakami (via blackestdespondency)
Everything fell apart in me. How are things with you?
Jack Kerouac (via observando)
I lose myself within myself.
Five word story. (via convoking)
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
E.E. Cummings (via selflessheart)
We were together. I forget the rest.
Walt Whitman (via kitsune-)
Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
David Levithan (via rebreathing)
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Andrea Gibson (via safefromthedragons)
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.
Lemony Snicket (via perfect)
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