Eighteen Times.: Mad Girl's Love Song →
sabrinaaguzzi: By Sylvia Plath I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you…
i have a habit of writing letters that don’t get read.
picture the sun when you feel lonely.
something I've been thinking today.
you can’t make someone love you. you can only love someone. happiness in human relationships is being content with your feelings, whether they’re reciprocated or not.
足ることを知る者は富めり。– 老子 第33章 (via hekizan)
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them - that...– Lao Tzu (via thatkief)
I am inside someone who hates me. I look out from his eyes.– Amiri Baraka
You are the victim of men who think that they are right.– Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence
The story ended, I was in love and that was all.
calculatingstars: I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.– Sylvia Plath (via thehumancomedy)
sometimes a harsh word is the kindest thing you can give someone.
that beautiful, beautiful moment you’re told your analytical essay on ethnographic research isn’t due until the next week.
Recently, more than anything else, I feel that I was lucky regarding the amount of wisdom I’ve received from supportive adults around me. Though I had some trouble getting along with kids closer to my age in the past, I’m here now as I am because through everything, I had these mentors. When I reflect on this, I’m filled with an overwhelming gratitude, because I realize too...
We’re all water from different rivers That’s why it’s so easy to meet We’re...– Yoko Ono
(translation by hanna [wooperlooperpink]) You...
RECHARGED. Ready to go again.
I’m going back to school this evening. I came home Friday for the weekend, partly because I felt extremely stressed from midterms and constant social situations (including the ones that haven’t gone awry,) I felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind. It was really nice to be able to sleep in my own bed and eat non-cafeteria, non-Vermont food, and just spend time with family and...
“We’d been together a long time, before all that happened. What I said… what I thought I had to do… I knew you, if any white person in the world could, I knew you would understand. And then you didn’t.”
I died years ago. I ate opium… and I died… for my daughter’s sake. … It’s not your fault, none of it. I was the one who told you that my love wasn’t good enough, that your love was worth more than mine. I was so full of shit.
it’s easy if you think love can’t be found anywhere you can’t have what doesn’t exist in the first place