Le bonheur m'obsède à la névrose.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I loved him more than I ever loved anyone in the world. I loved to watch him and to hear him talk, I loved his hands and his face, and when I was with him all my fears were calmed.

Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays  (via seulray)

[wnq-writers]

I’m still here. I don’t know if it means much. I don’t know if it means anything. But I’m still here, alive, breathing. I didn’t break but I bent. I bent so low my hair touched the floor. So low, it’s a miracle I didn’t snap. So low, but I didn’t break. I didn’t break and I’m still here, wiping the dirt off my hair, wondering why I’m still here.

Taïsha Lazare (via wnq-writers)

[thequotejournals]

How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then to rest afterward.

Spanish Proverb  (via thequotejournals)

[just-shower-thoughts]

I am 100% sure about anything I do until someone questions me, where I proceed to have a mini heart attack and check for mistakes.

[goodreadss]

I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via goodreadss)

[asoftwrongness]

#64

[tylerknott]

When is it enough? When can we celebrate us? What must we endure?

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[butthorn]

[auriane-poirotte]

J'aime ma solitude, cet espace tranquille où je peux être moi sans témoin. Moi, avec mes nostalgies, mes renoncements, mes compromissions.

Fuites (Annie Préaux)

[thequotejournals]

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.

Paulo Coelho (via thequotejournals)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Complete Prose Collection; “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[coral]

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Ralph Waldo Emerson  (via mrsclarkkent)

[fortifying-positivity-blog]

[thelovejournals]

I think perhaps love comes from finding someone you feel utterly comfortable with, someone who makes you comfortable with yourself. It’s like finding yourself, or maybe it’s like finding the other part of yourself.

Candice Proctor, Whispers of Heaven  (via seulray)

[tylerknott]

I see the sun rise and I see it set again. I do not see you.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

Fun extras at Patreon.com/TylerKnott !

Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!

(via tylerknott)

[pigmenting]

One minute I’m becoming myself, the next I’m forgetting how.

Keetje Kuipers, from “Birthday Poem” in The Keys to the Jail (via pigmenting)

[seechelfly-blog]