finding eternities in daffodils

poems, art, raw emotions. help me find eternity in a daffodil, will 'ya sport?

[jennandjuicebar]

She was tired. She needed somewhere to roost. I was the nearest tree branch. I understood.

Haruki Murakami, “Dance, Dance, Dance” (via harukimurakami)

[psych-facts]

I am running out of metaphors; I need to fall in love, once again.

starsndarks (via psych-facts)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You don’t survive in me because of memories; nor are you mine because of a lovely longing’s strength. What does make you present is the ardent detour that a slow tenderness traces in my blood. I do not need to see you appear; being born sufficed for me to lose you a little less.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Interior Portrait (via psych-facts)

[ohtinkerbel-blog]

Will you be my yellow paint?

[spiriti-puri]

I think being vulnerable and telling someone you care about them is one of the bravest things you can do at any point in your life.

Natasha Negovanlis (via spiriti-puri)

I can’t yet

[seabois]

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via creatingaquietmind)

[maza-dohta]

The universe is made of holes, chasms, voids, of nothingness. We are empty spaces, we are unchartered distances, we are the slivers of sunlight shimmering in-between matter. Our bones are nothing, our veins transient. That pain in your chest between your heart and your skin is a gap, a galaxy, an ethereal space full of endless possibilities. Science cannot explain the stabbing sensation we feel whenever our hearts break, the same way it can’t explain the universe, but you are more than matter; you are the spaces between words, you are the moment before a second, you are the entire universe held within a single body, and this is why you feel; you are empty, but you are also full of galaxies, and this is why no one understands you.

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[ohlovequotes]

“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss (via psych-facts)

[majest-e]

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[kafkaesque-world]

In the place of incalculable losses, you would gain a sick, weak, unsociable, taciturn, gloomy, stiff, almost hopeless man who possibly has but one virtue, which is that he loves you.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via kafkaesque-world)

[ohtinkerbel-blog]

[psych-facts]

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Charles Bukowski (via psych-facts)

[ohtinkerbel-blog]

Part 2 of Extensions! 

[ohtinkerbel-blog]

[labelledamesansdice-deactivated]

Today, and always...

Be careful with the raw hearts you may be entrusted to handle.

[robcham]

[maza-dohta]

There are some oceans I have never crossed whose salt runs through my veins. There are some paths I have not yet followed whose flowers blossom within my heart. There are some feet I have never walked beside whose footprints line my soul, and there are some people I have never met yet have known my entire life, for we are of the same star.

  ||  Maza-Dohta (via maza-dohta)