Just Breathing. Watching. Waiting. For What?

[the-aspiring-mortal]

“No matter how strong a chain, there always exists a strain under which it falls apart. Everything, living or dead, has a breaking point.”

Stone Cold

[bakwaaas]

when jenny slate said ‘there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am’

[richardsikendaily]

[text ID: I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me. /end ID]

[alliebringsthepop]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

[the-aspiring-mortal]

"I am waiting to live,

waiting to die"

So now? // Charles Bukowski

[wonderland0darkforrest]

[su-n-s-e-t]

[xmltfndmgrl]

iDKHOW - “Choke”

[smnthablvns]

now shut your dirty mouth if i could burn this town i wouldn’t hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die

[eljayetc]

- Andrea Gibson

[antigonick]

“Weeping too, perhaps, when you remember how he loved and yet wished to leave you: always both, at once.”

—

Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “Ariel (After reading Shakespeare’s Tempest) [Der Geist Ariel]”, from New Poems, trans. by Stephen Mitchell in The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

Source—Aufweinend vielleicht auch  wenn man bedenkt wie’s einen liebte und fortwollte beides immer ganz in Einem.  

[quotefeeling]

“I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.”

— Charles Bukowski

[megairea]

Diego Valeri, from Solitude (tr. by Michael Palma)

[theedorksinlove]

- dean & cas

[adrasteiax]

“there’s life, and then there’s later. Maybe it’s myself that I miss. (…)”

— Mary Oliver, from Blueberries in “Blue Horses: Poems”

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Tecumseh”, Devotions

[sunsetquotes]

“I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky