pas de pluie pas de fleurs

[compulsive]

[kineticpenguin]

[sincerethoughtsblog]

lexi having fake interviews in her head and imagining her life as a character and relating everything to to tv shows and film i’m her and she is me

[awesomewonderland]

“Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.”

— Julia Quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton (via wordsnquotes)

[vamp1re-yur1]

“I feel like I’m not even a person yet.”

— Lexi Howard, Euphoria

[sleepy-nostalgia]

The Addams Family, 1991

[deutschrapxzitate]

“Trotz all den Hallelujas hier keinem was heilig mehr.”

— Casper

[ellacalm]

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”

— Franz Kafka

[ohmydeergirl]

“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released”

— Natalie Goldberg (via blua)

[zitierenkanndochjedervolldepp]

Deine Beute ist deine Last. Komm, wehr’ dich nicht mehr. Wein’ alle Tränen die du hast, aber wehr’ dich nicht mehr.

Wir sind Helden (via zitierenkanndochjedervolldepp)

[latenightsincityoflove]

“…Things I hold most dear: music, nature, poetry, solitude.”

— Marina Tsvetayeva in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters: Summer 1926 - Boris Pasternak Marina Tsvetayeva Rainer Maria Rilke (New York Review Books, 2001)

[flowermindblog]

I have always carried a little bit of sadness inside me.  The melancholy of life. It never left.  At least I will always have the feeling of being me.

Instagram: @grau.berg

[flowermindblog]

the big flaw of being utterly sensitive is when I feel sad I feel like drowning in an ocean filled with my own tears but when I feel happy; Life makes so much sense with every bit of beauty it has in it

[madeofwhitebone]

Actually, life is beautiful and I have time

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: an excerpt from ‘Memory,’ a poem by Evelyn Graham Frost 

“I dreamt I drank the colour of your voice;”]

[amatch-intowater1]

“I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”

— Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)

[larmoyante]

“There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is a dangerous activity.”

— Hannah Arendt