wayward thoughts

otra vida, otra vez

[thestellariot]

“I love him quietly,” she said, beaming up at the puffy clouds drifting in the sky above them. “I love him with lingering touches and obvious glances and subtle smirks and exaggerated fits of laughter that fill me with a tingling happiness. I love him in ways that only he would notice. I love him softly, but I love him with all that I have.” - words via a-laa-mode

[thestellariot]

There is no other moment that exists that is more important than this one.

~ Iain Thomas || I Wrote This For You: Just The Words

[thestellariot]

It's been a year and counting that my writing has left me. 

It's been a year and counting that it's becoming a struggle to write. The frustration and the desperation has taken me over. It's been a year and counting that my muse has finally left. I've never felt so empty that it almost felt like dying. It's been a year and counting that I've been staring at blank pages and scribbling whatever I could grasp in my thoughts. But all I ever got was nothing but empty phrases. It's been a year and counting, yet here I am still hoping. Hoping that one day the words will find their way back to me again. ~ Letters I’ll Never Send || Agonies of a so-called Writer

[thestellariot]

I want you to know that I'm doing what you told me I should do. I still couldn't write a decent paragraph though. Even if I promised you That I would. But I took pictures instead. And I hope that you keep doing what I told you to do. ~ Letters I'll Never Send

Al Ain Palace Museum, Al Ain, Abu Dhabi, UAE

[wnq-writers]

I have loved — truly loved People who I cannot show my true face to, And I cannot explain to them, to myself, to anyone Why — Because I don’t know why. And I don’t think I will ever.

Jerico Silvers (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

Find someone who admires you for something less obvious.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

[fuckyeahpainting]

Victor Nizovtsev. Promise.

[psych2go]

[thestellariot]

ahmmmm

[cinecat]

Before Sunrise (1995)

[thestellariot]

But I keep finding myself at intersections, at crossroads, and the timing is always wrong, and so are we, and so we pass each other by, brief, bittersweet, fleeting, and when you move too far for my fingertips to touch, I turn away and I keep walking. And maybe this path I take is one that will lead me to you, and maybe we will meet again further down our respective roads, different, better versions of our old selves, ready for each other. Or it might be a path that takes me far, far away; distant enough to make you distant, because we were always meant for a moment, no more, no less. But wherever it does lead, I hold on to the hope that maybe this will be the path that finally gets me where I need to be, right on time. ~ Words by Regina Belmonte  Photo by Harry Callahan

[thestellariot]

"Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant." ~ Words by Hunter S. Thompson || Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Photo by Izis Bidermanas

[thestellariot]

"Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass."

~ Words by Daniell Koepke

Photo by  André Kertész

[labella-instagram]

[thestellariot]

good morning! <3

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am aware that what I love and seek is illusive, tricky, spritelike. What ought to be, and not what is, interests me. Ideas, experiences, and ideals reflected yet distorted by dreams. Also created by dreams. In between, an all-consuming loneliness. The dreamlike quality of experience both cheats one of reality and yet creates a world of wonder.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via stainedpoems)

[wordsthat-speak]

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

The Lover (Daphne du Maurier)

[justlittlethings]

[thestellariot]

YEZZZZZZZZZ 

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[thestellariot]

AH YES!