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@babblingbroohk
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.
Oscar Wilde (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.
This is How you Lose Her, Junot Diaz (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore.
Emery Allen (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Feelings, feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.
Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry—all forms of fear—are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of non-forgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.
Eckhart Tolle (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
When you wake up tomorrow, remember you are my greatest joy.
Stevie Nicks (via thatkindofwoman)
The relationship ended with the same feelings one has on waking from a nap on a very hot summer’s day:confused, grumpy and still exhausted
Jonathan Carroll (via thatkindofwoman)
Don’t do it. Don’t go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a roller coaster. Swim in the ocean. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it’s in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you’ve never even heard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose—allow smells to be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven’t seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don’t go back to that miserable place you go every day.
Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock (via simply-quotes)
I wonder who’s arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved
(via eroseca)
An 11 year-old boy tries heroin on rooftop. The Bronx, New York.
Photo circa 1977.
this is probably my favorite photo on tumblr
agreed^
Red Snapper - Images of You
You’ve taken from me To satisfy your greed I’ve been too sunk, too light for your touch Now your at the core And its too hard for your grasp Too solid for your scheme Watch me, step out of your shadow Full in the sun once more Look at my face The glare is too strong Reflecting your disrespect Now your seeing me
“Being with Katherine felt strange. Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then there was a short period when you weren’t with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal, as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
Women, Charles Bukowski (via w00kieec00kies)
Three a.m. drunks, all over America, were staring at the walls, having finally given it up. You didn’t have to be a drunk to get hurt; but you could get hurt and become a drunk. Thursday night, you became the drunk, you were out there alone in a cheap rented room, and no matter how many times you’d been out there before, it was no help, it was even worse because you had got to thinking you wouldn’t have to face it again. All you could do was light another cigarette, pour another drink, check the peeling walls for lips and eyes. What men and women did to each other was beyond comprehension.
“Long Distance Drunk” from Hot Water Music, by Charles Bukowski. (via janx-spirit)
Как жаль, что тем, чем стало для меня Твое существование, не стало Мое существованье для тебя. …В который раз на старом пустыре я запускаю в проволочный космос свой медный грош, увенчанный гербом, в отчаянной попытке возвеличить момент соединения… Увы, тому, кто не способен...
