I want movement and not a calm course of existence. I want excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I feel in myself a superabundance of energy which finds no outlet in a quiet life. — Leo Tolstoy ”Family Happiness”
The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe....
wish my heart couldn’t feel of love, then i wouldn’t think of you at all times. what are you doing right now? will you miss me or think of me as much as i do…
here. let me put my heart nside yours. it’s so, it’s… it’s tired. will you beat for me? will you?
one fifty-three. am.
do you know what the problem with love is? i asked a reflection of myself. the problem is, that love requires two people in order to work. two! i screamed, to an empty room.
one beautiful discovery always leads to more
i never knew who you were before i met you, and i never knew the way to smile, before you smiled at me.
we’re alive, i promise. look at our skin, transparent like leaves in light revealing pulses carried by blue strings, connecting our fingerprints to our hearts. ~ the dust dances too
i hope this rain brings the ocean closer; i have so many bottles filled with stories, waiting to be freed.
a scar, healing.
that moment we first met is etched in the deepest part of me, like a lighting strike through my chest, igniting and obliterating everything inside.
two is better than one (unless it's just two of...
if i could take back all the time i wasted thinking of you, i’d have a second life, a second chance to fail all over again.
when we smiled, it was raining.
hold onto that, hold on to that moment like it’s the last thing you’ll ever remember about us. forget everything, forget everything else, except the faded image of two dripping smiles.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
a passing thought
what will you say when i’m gone? that i’m a tatoo on your heart, or some ghost in the attic?