I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
5 months ago · 11,382 notes · Source · Reblogged from d-80
I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.
9 months ago · 319 notes · Source · Reblogged from redcigar
If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?
— Young Folks, Peter Bjork and John
10 months ago · 3 notes · Source
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
10 months ago · 1,561 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
10 months ago · 536,640 notes · Source · Reblogged from jesuscrisp
Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
10 months ago · 1,135 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
10 months ago · 12,467 notes · Source · Reblogged from psychology2010
You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.
—
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via
psych-facts)
10 months ago · 1,851 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
10 months ago · 74 notes · Source · Reblogged from raw-sensual-passion
Have you ever analyzed things to the degree where you can’t really remember the difference between what’s real and what you’ve created in your head?
— Edie Sedgwick in Factory Girl (2006)
10 months ago · 2,124 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
10 months ago · 950 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
Sometimes the people who don’t talk to you are the ones who really want to.
10 months ago · 889 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
You would think
the sea was blind
to me as I stare out,
deaf to the dull
pull of waters that
promise, if not love,
then love or nothing.
10 months ago · 254 notes · Source · Reblogged from the-final-sentence
Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
10 months ago · 375 notes · Reblogged from psych-facts
