(Source: katnisses, via leonardo-dicaprisun)
Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.
— Nisargadatta Maharaj
5 Someone asked once, “What is love?” - “Be lost in me,” I said. “You’ll know love when that happens.”
(Source: soul-awakening)
5 I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways
Rumi (via resonantfrequencies)
10
When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you are not here, I can not get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
From the moment I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.
- Rumi
8 i have composed a haiku that sums up my relationship with molly .
i constantly love
she demolishes my soul
some writing occurs
(Source: aliexandrie)
6 [Love is] hiding who you are at all times. It’s wearing make-up to bed and going downstairs to Burger King to poop.
30 Rock
1
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
Boris Pasternak (via killheji)
I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.
Jack White (via promixity)
(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via promixity)
Watch how people treat themselves… for they can be no more to you than they are to themselves.
Dr. D’elve Je Veux III (via lucifelle)
(Source: wordzmove, via decaying-organic-matter)
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i think i saw you in my sleep, darling,
i think i saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise
that your body couldn’t keep.
i think i saw you in my sleep.
i thought i heard a plane crashing, but
now i think it was your passion snapping.
i think you saw me confronting my fear, it
went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
i think you ought to stay away from here
there are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.
i think i saw you in my sleep, lover,
i think i saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
that your body couldn’t keep.
(Source: melancholia-madness)
29 I see a little silhouetto of a man
ScaraMOUCHE scaraMOUCHE
Will you do the fandango?
ＴＨＵＮＤＥＲＢＯＬＴＳ ＡＮＤ ＬＩＧＨＴＮＩＮＧ
ＶＥＲＹ ＶＥＲＹ ＦＲＩＧＨＴＥＮＩＮＧ
Me!
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo,Galileo
Galileo, Figaro
magnificooooooooooo~
(via the-serialcomma)
BEC - this is you my love.
you are perfect. (and i love you. and thank-you. ♥)
p.s. it’s you, too; promise.
(Source: m-i-s-o-c-a-p-n-i-s-t)
