What You See is All There is

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

““Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.””

— Louise Erdrich, from The Painted Drum LP

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

What matters most is

how well you

walk through the

fire.

Bukowski

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

Style is the answer to everything -

A fresh way to approach a dull or a

dangerous thing.

to do a dull thing with style

is preferable to doing a dangerous thing

without it.

Bukowski

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

[n-ozz]

He’s going to miss this. He’s going to miss your eyes and the way they always seemed to smile; he’s going to miss your laugh and the way your voice gets high when you’re electrified. He’s going to miss that mischievous grin on your lips when you teased; he’s going to miss your sarcastic undertone and that sweet glint in your eye. Oh yes, he’s going to miss your feisty side. He’s going to miss the way you bicker and stand your ground and challenge him to be a better man. He’s going to miss your soft skin and the way your body felt pushed up against his. He’s going to miss the drool you left on his shirt cause when you slept on his chest you just felt so damn secure. He’s going to miss holding you. He’s going to miss the way his fingers felt when they were tied with yours; he’s going to miss the way his heart raced and his body ached when you kissed him on the neck. He’s going to miss you. He’s going to miss you. He’s going to miss you walking through his door; he’s going to miss you when your name doesn’t flicker on his phone; he’s going to miss you when you appear on his News Feed. He’s going to miss you. He will ache, he will burn, he will splinter because you are a forest fire.

He’s going to miss you (via n-ozz)

[purplebuddhaproject]

Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward.

Søren Kierkegaard (via purplebuddhaproject)

[lostgirlinthisuniverse-blog]

I had to wonder if men were so blinded by beauty that they would feel privileged to live their lives with an actual demon, so long as it was a beautiful demon.

Memoirs of a Geisha (via lostgirlinthisuniverse)

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

Tyler Knott Gregson

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Yes, I do love you. I really do. But I want my heart in my own hands. I want to take care of myself, with you walking right next to me. I love you, but I want to love me too.

Lukas W. // The world at my feet (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

She was already breaking my heart, I just wanted it to break a little slower.

Chip, from ‘Flaked’

[manufactoriel]

Perhaps sex isn’t of the body at all. Perhaps it is a function of language.

Zadie Smith, NW (via manufactoriel)

[lovequotespost]

Being with you feels so right.

(via lovequotespost)

[theglasschild]

The true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own.

Zadie Smith (via theglasschild)

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

Can you feel me falling into you as you leak into me, that I am a sinking ship made from sinking parts and you, my love, are the sea.

Tyler Knott Gregson

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

She got so big That every time I sang Only her voice came out.

Gordon Downie, ‘Earth Diva’ from Coke Machine Glow

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

I will breathe more, but be more thankful for all of those who are capable of stealing it. I will listen more, and absorb the words being said with a clear heart, and a mind that is not conjuring up my responses. I will hope, more hope for more things that seem hopeless. I will be the last one to let go with hugging arms when someone trusts me with an embrace; I will be strength when it is needed, but always decorated with simple tenderness. I will be the holder of wild things and the soother of soul sickness, I will be the magic you stopped believing in, the jaw dropping reveal that you would’ve sworn was an illusion. I will be the hand you hold, but we can take turns leading one another into adventure. I will be the shoulder for crying, the fingers for tear drying, the lungs for sighing, and the wings when yours are too tired for flying. I will be the answer if you are brave enough to ask the question, I will be the end of the sentence that begins the most important paragraph. I will be the words, for I have always been the words, and all of them will be true.

Tyler Knott Gregson, from ‘Wildly into the Dark’

[allthereisiswhatyousee]

Tyler Knott Gregson, from ‘Wildly into the Dark’