killer

never there

[hazmatghost-deactivated20220202]

[shisasan]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov Chapter 4: A Hymn and a Secret (1880)

[mareamo]

[purplebuddhaproject]

““Suddenly, you will stop, you and me and all of us. Your lungs will rest at last and the electric pulse in your pulse will vanish into the darkness from which it came. - Put your fingers in your ears, lay your head on the pillow, listen to the footsteps of your blood. - You are alive.””

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.”

— Markus Zusak (via quotemadness)

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Stay single until someone actually complements your life in a way that makes it better not to be single. If not, it’s not worth it.”

— KUSHANDWIZDOM (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[q-a13-blog]

[sorryialreadyate]

I have to be 

[markmyneck]

I LOVE THE WAY YOU CRASH YOUR LIPS ONTO MINE 

[devilmuse]

[luneteen]

“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.”

— Henry David Thoreau (via wordsnquotes)

[coral]

I want you to think about me at night, when you can’t sleep and you look outside and see the stars. And think about the times we used to look at the night sky. I want you to remember all the fun we had. And then I want you to go to sleep knowing that somewhere in the world I can’t sleep either because I’m thinking too.

[thelovejournals]

I am pretending you did not exist. Ink nightly washes black over my consciousness and abandons me as morning seaweed upon a foreign beach. I am pretending we were simply the sparkling imagination of some higher being, our life together set below a singular epic sky unrepeated in future histories. I am pretending I cannot taste you each day as I do the sea air in my breath when I am running, my heart tied upon one foot, ancient melancholy tied upon the other, anxiously racing, madly racing through lifetimes, to find our brightened souls. I see you in colors that don’t exist. It is all that I see clearly. and why I run.

Matsumoto, Paul. I See You in Colors. (via wordsnquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

Who was it that told me not to be greedy? Who said

some sweetness is too deep?

I am the storm in my front porch and I am moving,

a threat to this home and everything in it.

— Elizabeth Schmuhl, from “#59,” Premonitions

[scarredbeing-deactivated2018040]

how do you say you want to die in a nice way so people dont get sad, mad or worried

[lifeinpoetry]

This is why some of us wake up          in the middle of night looking for saint—                    and maybe your saint is the moon, or maybe your phone, or maybe          it’s that moment you walk out the door                    to look up at the stars just to prove to the heavens you’re still alive.

— Kelli Russell Agodon, from “I Don’t Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“There is something bleeding to death inside me but I don’t know what it is.”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,”