[astrolovecosmos]

“Was I burning bridges or cauterizing wounds?”

— Natasha Reeves (via reevesandroses)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am possessive about time alone.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[shisasan]

“I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[vanille-clair]

“A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.”

— Richard Webber (via allofthegreysanatomygifs)

[layfmacun]

[kocoshaj]

You are free and that is why you are lost.

Franz Kafka (via kocoshaj)

[kafkaesque-world]

By the way, do you know the joys of being alone, walking alone, lying in the sun alone?

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via kafkaesque-world)

[tiffs-quote-blog]

When it comes to the creatures you love, and the things you love and the life you love, what on earth could possibly be more important than soaking them up right now while you still have the opportunity?

Jen Sincero, You are a Badass (via tiffs-quote-blog)

[wordsnquotes]

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via wordsnquotes)

[highschoolhandjobs]

Nymphomaniac Vol. 1 (2013)

[unbotheredmuse]

i admire women who could’ve turned cold after everything they’ve been through but still chose love anyway. there’s strength in that.

[apoemaday]

Here's What Our Parents Never Taught Us

by Shinji Moon

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you. You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore. A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals rubbing against your mouth. You will not tell anyone that you liked it. It’s okay. It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust. You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on. All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket. All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles and miles on end. You will lie to everyone you love. They will love you anyways. One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin. Molt. Don’t be afraid. Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out against the windowpane. You are a hurricane-prone area. The glass will break through often. But it’s okay. I promise. Remember, a stranger once told you that the breeze here is something worth writing poems about.

[1st-1]

Self care is breaking into NASA stealing a rocket and launching yourself into the fucking void

[melisica]

[decision]

[watersofnu-deactivated20161126]

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.

Bell Hooks (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[1st-1]