Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
— Robert Brault (via heartmindawakening)
(Source: creatingaquietmind)
Disappointment is worse than loss
desolate reasoning
Its unfortunate to consistently be thinking of the past or present. Its a difficult balance to identify.
I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst.
— Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa”
(Source: awritersruminations)
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For instance, the word desire is a trap. Someone can tell you what they think, their opinion can catch her interest and at the end of the day those thoughts and opinions mean absolutely nothing. But still, there forms a longing that morphs into a sort of desire to know more. It’s a closeness, a type of bond. It’s that unique je ne se quoi. Regardless, it’s a trap because those women know absolutely nothing.
There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
— Ryan Adams
(Source: bitinglightning)
falling out of an ordinary scene, the ocean is ever cleansing and always forgiving. Slow to memory, they move on.
In sun light my wants soar, but don’t back away.
I still chase that momentum of
we could always be more
I don’t know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
— Nine Stories (JD Salinger)
(Source: wordsthat-speak)
Sinnende junge Frau, Karl Hofer. Germny (1878 - 1955)
