darkpoetrynprose:

“It’s August and I’m tired of being strong. I never really was very brave. Throw me on sharp edges, I’ve never felt so destructive.”

― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

winedark-maverick:

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

quotelr:

sunsbleeding:

freakshow-bat:

surqrised:

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

lifeinpoetry:

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

(via lifeinpoetry)

theoptia:

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Monday, November 5

Text ID: —I have so much love in me that I would like to cry;

queenmoriarty:

the rain knows all my secrets

happyheidi:

lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran