one falling leif

this is how it feels to float away. 29. queer. canadian. poet.

[hungerorsuperabundance-deactiva]

How does one become stronger? By deciding slowly; and by holding firmly to the decision once it is made. Everything else follows of itself.

Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power (via yesdarlingido)

[tea-and-tranquility]

[this-leif]

I was so lost in who you told me I was, and I believed every word. I don't know how to extinguish your voice in my head. I'm afraid it's killing me.

[this-leif]

What did I gain?

[mywhisperedcolors]

[sthommes]

I’ve been looking at the stars tonight. I’ll be a dreamer til the day I die. But, we’re all strange and maybe we don’t want a change. Oh, I’m lost and I can’t be found. Oh, I don’t want to let you down. And I don’t want a never ending life, I just want to be alive while I’m here.

Spirits, Strumbellas (via sthommes)

[byouniquebykat-blog]

[lincecrumbs]

[thisegyptinboy-deactivated20140]

[bunlly]

[this-leif]

I am strong as fuck.

[wnq-writers]

She has that grave look in her eyes like she is constantly killing and burying people in her heart.

VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)

[larmoyante]

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

Roman Payne, The Wanderess (via kundaliniorgasms)

[cardamomkutti]

For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others…When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse (via moonstone-dreaming)

[myjupiterblue-deactivated201909]

love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

(via daze-ydaisy)

[books-n-quotes]

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via books-n-quotes)

[uselessatheart]

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

Cheryl Strayed, 

Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

(via uselessatheart)

@this-leif

(via manny-madness)