iconic.
You assumed that your memories would be the same. You didn’t know that one gets to forget and the other has to remember.
It’s Hard To Get Around The Wind | Alex Turner
And you can shriek until you’re hollowor whisper it the other wayTrying to save the youth without putting your shoes onLooking for a new place to beginFeeling like it’s hard to understandBut as long as you still keep pepperin’ the pillYou’ll find a way to spit it out, againAnd even when you know the way it’s gonna blowIt’s hard to get around the wind.
(via thenocturnals)
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
(via chasingsomething)
Her future is so open, so undefined, so unlimited. Nothing is decided yet, she can still do everything, choose everything, go everywhere. It is excited to know her story is still incomplete, that the ending is not yet determined. At the same time it is scary, if your life can go everywhere it can…
skyline (by Julia Yusupov)
Behind her strong, calm exterior and her well faked smile, all her unexpressed, negative emotions and feelings are fighting to get out. The chaos inside runs her life. Her sorrow, her self-loathing, her torment, her loneliness, her disappointment, her envy, her frustration, her helplessness, her anxiety, her grief, her guilt, they are all fighting to be released into the world. One day they will break free, stranger.
Oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much.
(via thenocturnals)
(via iloveyoursoul)
i feel like i can go on crying forever but nothing is coming out.
not even a single drop of tear.
something died inside.
- December (2011)
Have I ever told you about the first time I saw you? Everything was young back then. Before hope. Before love. There was just me. And then there was light, and then, before I could even dream about you, there you were. My shining star. All I could do was stare. At the brightness and at the heat and at the pure force of you.
Greg Forrester, “Star-cross’d”
(via quote-book)
