Anything we have known, anything we forgotten.

I have always wanted to be your liberty.

I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

—Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via tragic-eyes)

(Source: endangerment, via marrymesomeday)

We are dying from over-thinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.

—Anthony Hopkins (via aquaticuss)

(via prettywildthing)

I heard it too. The sound of something important to you disappearing.

—告白   (via blua)

(via day488)

Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.

—Tim Seibles, “Slow Dance” (via larmoyante)

I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.

—Charles Bukowski, “As the Sparrow” (via larmoyante)

O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.

—Cecelia Weir, “O So Lonely” (via larmoyante)

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via larmoyante)

At its best, love shows us a photo of ourselves we’ve never seen before but find very flattering. At its worse it takes the few photos we like of ourselves, tears them into little pieces, and tosses them indifferently into the air like confetti.