“Ich kanns nicht mehr hören dass du gar nichts mehr dazu sagst.”
— (via verblassteliebeslinien)

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@kokos-life
“Ich kanns nicht mehr hören dass du gar nichts mehr dazu sagst.”
— (via verblassteliebeslinien)
I went to Texel island, NL today and the whole place was like starring to Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse
Being with the wrong person is lonelier than being on your own. Or it’s as lonely, in a different way
Mhairi McFarlane, You Had Me At Hello (via perrfectly)
“That is the simple secret of happiness. Whatever you are doing, don’t let past move your mind; don’t let future disturb you. Because the past is no more, and the future is not yet. To live in the memories, to live in the imagination, is to live in the non-existential. And when you are living in the non-existential, you are missing that which is existential. Naturally you will be miserable, because you will miss your whole life”
— Osho (via perrfectly)
“I get into these moods sometimes, and I can’t shake them. Kind of black sinking moods. I imagine it’s like what being in the eye of a tornado would be like, all calm and blinding at the same time.”
— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places (via perrfectly)
Quicksand (2019—) Created by Olav Sørensen
But when we were under the sheets, your hair spread out on the pillows. Your body tangled in mine. I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of us breathing. I had never been religious, but hearing your soft voice tell me about your day at 1 am was enough to have me praying to whatever god there was that could possibly exist to just let time stop. And never make me leave you. I’m sorry I left you