You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
― Clementine von Radics (via ckgarden)
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
― Finn Butler (via aphrite)
I can’t stop watching
your mouth and what it does to
the vowels in my name.
your mouth and what it does to
the vowels in my name.
― Kristina Hayes (via aphrite)
Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes
Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth
Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name
do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold
do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet
we will never learn
how to be soft
we will leave.
we always do.
― alonesomes (via aphrite)
The rain is full of ghosts tonight.
― Edna St. Vincent Millay (via ckgarden)
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
― Jack Kerouac (via stay-ocean-minded)
I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.
― Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream (via sickur)
