as life goes on

here, I bare my thoughts.

[nofckinglover]

[newblogisjacindaelena]

[priveting]

Photographer: Ogino Taro Jimbocho, Tokyo, Japan DO NOT REMOVE THE CREDITS. THANK YOU. ♥

[finnwolflhard]

this is the only day you can reblog this

[merulae]

Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again. I have heard that anthropologists prize those moments when a word or bit of language opens like a keyhole into another person, a whole alien world roars past in some unassigned phrase. You remember Proust so appalled when Albertine lets fall “get her pot broken.” Or you hear a Berliner say “squat town”—and suddenly see sunset, winter, lovers cooking eggs in a grimy kitchen with the windows steaming up, river runs coldly by, little cats go clicking over the snow.

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry 

[shorten]

[amargedom]

[wordsnquotes]

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants  

[ofveins]

There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning. There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat smoking cigarettes in the garage. There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care. And for the first time, I understand that I will never know how to apologize for being one of them.

Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via cactuslungs)

[jiminfilter]

“I gave up practically the whole world for you,” I tell him, walking through the front door of my own love story. “The sun, stars, ocean, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you.” 

[nudevirgo]

My head is spinning My heart is rumbling I'm returning to my past self And I miss her

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

― Mauvais sang (1986) Anna: If you stopped loving me…would you be brave enough to tell me?

[nudevirgo]

we're all some sort of broken.

[larapaulussen]

[nudevirgo]

my heart feels heavy and I want to scream but everything’s so quiet...

and even if I did, who would hear me?

[nudevirgo]

a hurricane came through tonight and it made my voice coarse, my lips dry, and my eyes wet

and though my body feels light  my thoughts are about to explode through  the widening cracks of my brain

they’re screaming, no more no more no more, and die die die

and though tonight’s not the night I don’t know when will come a time when I’m too weak to fight against them

[booksquoteslove]

I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure