“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”
i feel like nobody knows me the way i’d like to be known
“Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.”
— Unknown
Sometimes I like to think that someone will one day love me.
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them.
(via amargedom)
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
Ernest Hemingway
Carla Bruni at nightclub in Paris (1991.)
I am grateful. Always. And like a gift that never ends, beauty keeps blossoming into my life. The more grateful I am, the more gifts I am blessed with. And the more gifts I am blessed with, the more grateful I become. It becomes a cycle in which gratitude begins to respirate from within.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self
Charlotte Eriksson
how lucky do two people have to be in order to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way
Nothing compares to the light I’ve gained from loving you.