Thinking
Can we stop thinking about the events that hurt us the most ..!
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Thinking
Can we stop thinking about the events that hurt us the most ..!
“All is cold, cold, cold. Empty, empty, empty. Terrible, terrible, terrible.”
— Anton Chekhov, from The Plays of Anton Chekhov; “The Seagull” (via oiseauperdu)
Feeling
I look at his bed .. he’s not there
I look at his things .. so weird it doesn’t has a life in it
I wait for him to come home .. but he doesn’t
Is it a dream !? I’m wild awake IT’S REAILTY
Losing
I lost a brother almost month ago.
(via Cecil Ignacio Valentin)
Autumn Love
Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?
Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Madame Louise O. featured in Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
I fall in love with details.
- (via smz-h)
What can I leave behind to remind you of me? My ghost? What use is a ghost to you?
Anna Akhmatova, “Cinque,” In a Shattered Mirrror: The Later Poetry of Anna Akhmatova (via heteroglossia)
I am rain and belong to no one.
Marguerite Duras, from No More (via sempiternele)
I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via epionne)
All is cold, cold, cold. Empty, empty, empty. Terrible, terrible, terrible.
Anton Chekhov, from The Plays of Anton Chekhov; “The Seagull” (via oiseauperdu)
The morning air is all awash with angels.
Richard Wilbur, from ‘Love Calls Us to the Things of This World’ (via sempiternele)
César Martínez
Happy Friday.
Gotta make a salon appointment soon.