March 2011
29/3/11
In my dreams, we are always married.
Last night I slept a deep sleep and dreamt we had a child. She grew up so fast and by the time I woke up, she had transformed from a baby to a toddler. She begged me not to leave.
And even after opening my eyes, I still remember her face.
Your parents made us dinner on our anniversary and you were always around.
My dreams they feel like the only real...
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without...
– Franz Kafka, The Castle (via vavin)
Malandragem: All of the boys I loved, I loved... →
something-wemustbe:
All of the boys I loved, I loved quietly. They were whispers dancing with bad rap music and secrets inside of my best friend’s ear – swallowed confessions left unspoken. I kept quiet, and they never looked my way. When I was thirteen I felt a numbing tightness around my chest, and when I went to…
#715
achoiceinthematter:
Someone who makes smiling easy.
quantumwoman:
Let’s just keep it like this, put everything else in between the walls of my skull because once it’s up here it becomes certain doesn’t it?
So let’s just keep it at that. Keep it at those two words. What if.
I can’t sleep
I can’t speak to you
I can’t sleep
– Azure Ray - Sleep (via kari-shma)
“I want you to spend the night,” you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, “Let’s have sex,” or “Let’s go to my place,” or even “I really want you,” I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it with you.
—The Lover’s Dictionary; David Levithan
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n-ruminations:
“If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned.”
— Epictetus
quantumwoman:
We’re all in the dance.
And for everytime someone cries, or someone hurts, or someone breaks, or someone smiles, someone laughs, or someone dies; don’t take it all in. It’s just the dance.
Every impulse of emotion, every slight movement.
It’s just part of the choreography.
Now wait for your cue/
So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no...
– The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
Everyone walks around with a part of themselves broken and bent out of shape, a...
– Tegan & Sara (via iminastate)
In the world we live in, what we know and what we don’t know are like Siamese...
– The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma)
They told me to write.
I’ve forgotten how, it’s such a luxury.
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow,...
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via epigenetics)
tamburina:
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Pablo Neruda
bye bye blackbird: vivalavibs: You are tired,(I... →
vivalavibs:
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.
Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!)
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things…