“I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.”
— Mary Kate Teske  (via fawun)

(via 5000letters)

“Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.”
Haruki Murakami,The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via bhagyawati)

(via bhagyawati)

They call me a guy who can recall his past lives.
I remember the light when I was young.
Not one light, but many, in different colours.
I thought they were some kind of airborne animals.
They were transparent dots.
I would chase them and follow them into the jungle
I would follow the lights and look at them,
let them transfer images into my mind. 
The adults thought I was crazy or was possessed by a ghost
But they didn’t bother…
to take me to a hospital or to a shaman.

Later I remember when I was in the jungle
and saw no lights.
I would look directly at the sun
and close my eyes.
I saw the white orb in the darkness.
Only that act could bring comfort
because I always fear
that one day
when I open my eyes
I will see nothing.

- Apichatpong Weerasethakul - excerpt from The Memory of Nabua

(via pyotra)

“I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.”
— Amy Tan, Saving Fish From Drowning (via heldenkotze)

(via coming-2-terms)

“No, he loves me, he just makes me cry a lot.”
— Warsan Shire (via sensualproverb)

(via eclecticalexandria)

“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)

(via relajada)

“I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.”

-The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

!!!!!

(via iamup2n0good)

THIS!

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(via teenytinychild)

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”
n.t. (via tagharyen)

(via greentanager)

“I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.”
“One day I will tell you what I’ve been.
It will scare you.”

'revelation'

Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’

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“I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward.”
— Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via kayrawan)

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