Stay open, who knows, lightning could strike!

[miryamgabriela]

‘Your favorite story, whatever it might be, was written for one reader”-  5 to 7

[naturaekos]

Deep in my heart I know I am a loner. I have tried to blend in with the world and be sociable, but the more people I meet the more disappointed I am. So, I’ve learned to enjoy myself, my family, and a few good friends.

Steven Aitchison (via naturaekos)

[overcalm]

‘Nothing before you counts,’ he said. ‘And I can’t even imagine an after.’

Eleanor & Park - Rainbow Rowell (via overcalm)

[goodreadss]

Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via goodreadss)

[myinnerlandscape]

[ghostlywriterr]

[bnaider965-deactivated20160929]

late night conversations, tired eyes, dreamy smiles and sleepy voices.

[goodreadss]

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via goodreadss)

[grayskymorning]

[ascentri1997]

You’ll probably also know this by now. That even though I’m not by your side, I’ll keep loving you. So, be happy in all of the moments I’m not in. Laugh a lot and receive a lot of love.

 (via ascentri1997)

[thoughts-memories]

[soillseach]

[lilidimi-deactivated20170221]

[gilliancharlotte]

Which is better cheap happiness or sublime suffering?

Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground. (via xshayarsha)

[amargedom]

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via amargedom)

[goodreadss]

I need all the time I have and a thousand times more than all the time I have and most of all I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via goodreadss)

[naturaekos]

“A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale,” I said. “But she’s naked and the storyteller’s hands are all over her.”

 The Last Werewolf (via naturaekos)