please don't make me a joke..

[beautiful---pain]

John Green - Looking for Alaska

[weirdpotatokid]

[love]

The Notebook (2004)

[mhorta]

[ssfsdfdsgsd]

I’m so obsessed with this no joke I reblog it every time I see it. 

[relativityy]

this makes my stomach drops

[richkidsrealproblems]

only just understood this and woah it scares me

[bblackdiamonds]

this is too real it felt like a stab in the stomach

[decieved]

fuck

[dysphorism]

holy fuck

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[bnmxfld]

[littleplasticthings]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Louise Glück

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

“Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.” — Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia “How cruel the earth, the willows shimmering, the birches bending and sighing. How cruel, how profoundly tender.” — Louise Glück, from Vita Nova “without tenderness, we are in hell.” — Adrienne Rich, from Twenty-One Love Poems, X

[lifeinpoetry]

We are all of us in this room still waiting to be transformed. This is why we search for love. We search for it all our lives, even after we find it.

— Louise Glück, from “An Endless Story,” published in The Threepenny Review

[quotemadness]

I had two desires: desire to be safe and desire to feel.

Louise Glück (via quotemadness)

[luthienne]

It does me no good; violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested.

Louise Glück, from Averno; “October” (via luthienne)

[wordscanbeenough]

suppose the body did this to us, made us afraid of love—

Louise Glück, from “Crater Lake” in Averno (via wordscanbeenough)

[mythologyofblue]

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

Louise Glück

(via

mythologyofblue

)

[antigonick]

—the gift of expression that has so often failed me. Failed me, tormented me, virtually all my life.

Louise Glück, excerpt of Approach of the Horizon (via antigonick)

[antigonick]

But in you I felt something beyond the archetype— a true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth utterly alien to my nature.

Louise Glück, excerpt of “Unwritten Law”, in Vita Nova (via antigonick)

[kafk-a]

How heavy my mind is, filled with the past. Is there enough room for the world to penetrate? It must go somewhere, it cannot simply sit on the surface—

Louise Glück, from Autumn (via kafk-a)