A piece of art.

A heart can take only so many heartbreaks.

[gcladriel]

“You know, I’ve got this theory; there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyric people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They’re the ones you see with the CD insert out like five minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Then there’s the music people…who could care less for the lyrics as long as it’s just got, like, a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyrics girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this: sometimes things find you when you need them to find you. I believe that. And for me it’s usually song lyrics.”

- Peyton Sawyer

[thesilentgazer]

People love and are fascinated by languages, people and places that they don’t understand. It’s as if they’ve tried to understand the things around them and they just want to get lost in things they can’t comprehend anymore, just like the when they were kids. The childhish curiosity and fantasy, to find something completely new, to conquer more, to grow more.

-gazergirl

[scatteredthoughts2]

The Madness of the Poets.

———————-

The madness of the poets,

is rampant in my soul,

For without my pen and paper,

I never can be whole.

I could not bear to live,

in a world that has no rhyme,

Without the written word,

we’d never lose ourselves in time.

———————-

The sadness of the poets,

can make us shed a tear,

For in their lonesome words,

they reveal themselves, so bare.

I can n'er imagine,

a world without a poem,

With no magic words to soothe us,

When we’re lost and all alone.

———————

The lovers of the poets;

for they charm and cast their spell,

Can be carried off to heaven,

or cast down to fiery hell.

But no matter what they tell us,

when they weave their spells in ink,

Their words will thrill and haunt us,

their words we’ll always drink.

———————–

The graveyards of the poets,

will always draw us in,

As we sit with them and ponder,

all the wonders they have seen.

But the words they left behind them,

the spells that they have cast,

Will be passed on to our children,

for their words were made to last.

————————

Ambrose Harte

Scattered Thoughts

[nightmaresonthesidewalk]

[open]

[quotemadness]

“She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”

— Joanne Harris

[thegoodvybe]

[destroymylife]

[books-n-quotes]

“And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.”

— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily

[extramadness]

[danger]

[cineraceorum]

we♡it | yolo 

[thegoodvybe]

[looprole]

via weheartit

[quotemadness]

“Each moment of the year has its own beauty.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

[books-n-quotes]

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.”

— A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

[purplebuddhaquotes]

To make the right choices in life you need to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude, which most people are afraid of.

Deepak Chopra (via purplebuddhaquotes)