.All things life.

Love your fucking life, take pictures and be inspired. Tell people you love them, ask how they are doing and talk to strangers. Do things that scare you, so you won't be caught up in your normal save routine of life. Don't you dare to waste your life, take it in your hands and make it the greatest story alive. - You're welcome -> talk to me: I'M HERE TO LISTEN

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[marydarkblacknoir]

Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

[nomenu]

[hyacinths-cottage-deactivated20]

Fear not, dear friend, you'll be out of here soon.

One day, you will be walking on the moors, down cobble stoned paths, in aisles of dusty bookstores. You will take weekends to Paris, to Madrid, to Toronto. You will spend your days baking scones and bread, and fighting for others to have what you have because you know what its like to be in a life with death on one corner, and pain on the other. Though, you kept walking. You crawled, you limped, you walked, and you will run. I will be waiting at the cottage on the moors, a kettle boils for you, a fresh batch of strawberry jam awaits with a fresh batch of scones. You will meet me there with our four legged companions. You will be safe, and you will tell your 14 year old self that you made it, and you will wonder where the time went from when you sat in those four walls that were safest at the time.

We will be there soon.

[ledalife]

[wedarkacademia]

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[vekendra]

Me flying

Ig: asdenna

[astriloquum]

"My biggest trouble is that people look at me and think that no serious trouble has ever troubled my little head. They seldom realize the chaos that seethes behind my exterior."

- Sylvia Plath

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i am worried about the lonely souls. i am worried about those who sit in the silence and just stare into the nothingness in front of them, i have tapped on their shoulders and i have asked “are you okay, love?” and they reply with a smile and nod, pretending to be okay.

[onemorechaptertosleep]

“The thing he hadn’t realized about success was that success made people boring. Failure also made people boring, but in a different way: failing people were constantly striving for one thing—success. But successful people were also only striving to maintain their success. It was the difference between running and running in place, and although running was boring no matter what, at least the person running was moving, through different scenery and past different vistas.” ― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[onemorechaptertosleep]

“Everyone thought they would be friends for decades, forever. But for most people, of course, that hadn't happened. As you got older, you realized that the qualities you valued in the people you slept with or dated weren't necessarily the ones you wanted to live with, or be with, or plod through your days with. If you were smart, and if you were lucky, you learned this and accepted this. You figured out what was most important to you and you looked for it, and you learned to be realistic.” ― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[lets-get-lit]

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[onemorechaptertosleep]

“It is also then that I wish I believed in some sort of life after life, that in another universe, maybe on a small red planet where we have not legs but tails, where we paddle through the atmosphere like seals, where the air itself is sustenance, composed of trillions of molecules of protein and sugar and all one has to do is open one's mouth and inhale in order to remain alive and healthy, maybe you two are there together, floating through the climate. Or maybe he is closer still: maybe he is that gray cat that has begun to sit outside our neighbor's house, purring when I reach out my hand to it; maybe he is that new puppy I see tugging at the end of my other neighbor's leash; maybe he is that toddler I saw running through the square a few months ago, shrieking with joy, his parents huffing after him; maybe he is that flower that suddenly bloomed on the rhododendron bush I thought had died long ago; maybe he is that cloud, that wave, that rain, that mist. It isn't only that he died, or how he died; it is what he died believing. And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.” ― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[perfeqt]

“You held me underwater and asked me why I could not breathe.”

— E. Grin, toxic.

[alexithymiasworld]

[dangerly]

[foxmouth]