When Did You Lose Your Compassion?

emotions are overrated black & white blog

[6i]

in your 20’s find a balance between hustle & rest. you don’t need to have a love life or a soulmate figured out. go travel the world. battle your demons. set up a business, find people who value your heart and yours will attract. don’t live in the past, you have so much more to see

[hiimzuzalove]

[horrifying]

mood

[undo-my-scars]

[qvotable]

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // This Side of Paradise

[svnfancy]

i haven’t seen this in a long time so …

reblog and make a wish!!

[silentlychasingsilhouettes]

Please please please now please

[svnfancy]

i haven’t seen this in a long time so …

reblog and make a wish!!

[svnfancy]

i haven’t seen this in a long time so …

reblog and make a wish!!

[noodlls]

[thelovejournals]

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.

Anaïs Nin (via thelovejournals)

[booksqouted]

“I don’t want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody else’s first choice.”

— Jenny Han, To All The Boy’s I’ve Loved Before

[thelovejournals]

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. (via thelovejournals)

[idotravel]

winter

[lohver]

never let your loneliness drive you back to toxic people

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Why is love intensified by absence?

Audrey Niffenegger (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[clubsalts]

So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I asked you about women you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favourites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you’d probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you…who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

The monologue that ripped everyone apart.

Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (1997)

[wordsnquotes]

Most days I wish I’d never met you ‘cause then I could sleep at night. I didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there. I didn’t have to watch you throw it all away.

 Dir. Gus Van San,  Good Will Hunting (via wordsnquotes)

[theanimalmemes]

GIRLS CAN HAVE GUY BEST FRIENDS WITHOUT THERE BEING SOMETHING THERE & VICE VERSA

@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)