What We Search For

The magic of human response to a seemingly random combination of lines and squiggles, arranged in such a way as to create known language.

[raak]

[remanence-of-love]

[daughterofchaos]

[rainycin]

they fill with fire, exhale desire…  

car radio// twenty one pilots

[wordsnquotes]

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)

[vjeranski]

Paul Henry (French, 1848–1905) A Section of the Constellation Cygnus (August 13, 1885) Albumen silver print from glass negative

[wordsnquotes]

I’m not looking for somebody who will whisper sweet nothings into my ear to feed the ravenous ego of my heart. But someone who can look me straight in the eye and say, I love you, whether you fail or fall, just as you are.

Beau Taplin, The Ego (via wordsnquotes)

[randygrskovic]

[thatfuckingfrenzy]

[st-pam]

swag

[oneredcalico]

[wordsnquotes]

Since then she had changed so much in her thoughts, in her ways, even in her looks, that she might wonder she knew herself―except that the changes were all in the direction of becoming more and more herself.

Willa Cather, Lucy Gayheart  (via wordsnquotes)

[extrasad]

[alonesomes]

I am thinking about the crescent scar on the roof of his mouth that he got when he fell with a straw between his teeth and how it felt to run my tongue over it. How it felt to taste the moon. If love is anything tangible, it is his mouth, his mouth, his holy god damned mouth. He says my name and the whole sky is talking.

Caitlyn Siehl, Tasting the Moon (via alonesomes)

[poboh]

The Illumination of the Kremlin, 1896, Isaak Il'ich Levitan. Russian (1860 - 1900)

[coral]

[priveting]

Bei dir bin Ich geborgen, nur du wärmst mich auf by Ira V. Simon on Flickr. My photography, please don’t delete the credit. See more here.