8 seconds left in overtime

i let my pen bleed before i do

[miucity]

[nobroken]

[philosophybits]

The words printed here are concepts. You must go through the experiences.

Saint Augustine (via philosophybits)

[philosophybits]

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via philosophybits)

[ctrlego]

[gloosoli]

Starry Night Over the Rhone, Vincent van Gogh.

[urhajos]

[soygio]

i always reblog this, it’s so fucking gooood

[ezztingtomatoes]

I spend so many nights kissing beer bottles trying to remember how your lips taste against mine. I am so tired of finding someone who fits into every crevice only to realise i don't fit. that somehow i wasn't enough. so tired of realising i don't make someone happy enough to fight for me. what happened to the movies? what happened to all the people they said i will meet? then again, i guess that's how it goes with risks. every risk I've been taking has turned out to be a steep drop of the cliff, every step I take a reminder of how my choice led me here, bloody, bruised, broken. i know i can make myself happy. but once you've came home in the cold, empty airport at 5 am, with the harshest white glares from lights that seem to never need replacing, to the warm fabric and a loft chest, you're fucked. you know there's nothing else you can ever imagine coming home to. it is all you fall asleep to, the one thought on rewind. you are not good enough for that. you don't deserve that. so you just have the cold, empty airport at 5am, the harshest white glare bringing to the front every flaw, with nobody to tell you that you look beautiful fresh off a 12 hour flight. you don't need reminding how alone you are when its at the back of your mind. i wish I could push it all aside, tell myself that I should only be high functioning brilliance, but i know I am happiest with you. the northern star is dimmed.

[fuckyeah-bloggers]

[praial]

[runrivers]

Iceland: Landmannalaugar, Suðurland

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[exercicedestyle]

by Alexandra Hawley

[philosophybits]

Truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

Flannery O'Connor (via philosophybits)

[philosophybits]

Every man is a creature of the age in which he lives, and few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time.

Voltaire (via philosophybits)

[philosophybits]

The words printed here are concepts. You must go through the experiences.

Saint Augustine (via philosophybits)

[airows]

[ezztingtomatoes]

5/7

I just watched Tarzan today and it reminded me of that time we watched our first movie together. the first time you reached over to tickle me and lost the fight but i was the one who ended up captive in your arms. and slowly, for the first time my palms learnt the curves of your body, as if they were the lines on my palm, as if i was reading your curves the way people read palms. i remember how i used to be afraid of the cold and you asked me if I was cold, and when i said yes, you pulled me into your chest and rubbed my arms. i remember thinking 'i said i was cold not "please hug me so I will become warm"'. i remember rolling my eyes at how much of the game you were playing but i don't remember how i decided to play as well. saying goodbye to you at the airport was the hardest thing I've ever done in the history of relationships. I'm used to goodbyes and used to letting go easily, but for the first time i felt like holding on, felt like never letting go, i had to. for once i knew it was real and knew you feel the same, for once i was sure the other person felt for me the way i did for them, i had to say goodbye. for once i had to say goodbye to someone who didn't want to say goodbye too. for once, goodbye is out of our control. and that made it the hardest thing I've ever done. but it also feels very much like growing up, realising how tangible the saying 'people come and go' is. i always believe the first time is enough. all the feelings you felt the first time should be kept there. so next time when somebody comes and go i will not bat an eyelid and i will soldier on. because you were enough emotions invested upon.