February 2012
“I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when...”
– Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via thenocturnals)
“Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort...”
– Charlotte Brontë (via thenocturnals)
I miss my friends. (hopefully they miss me too.)
I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours first. Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse. Let’s unwrite these these pages and replace them with our own words. I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know. But we’ve some times, I wouldn’t change for the world. We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go.
“Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”
– Sylvia Plath (via rosettes)
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via nirvikalpa
)
this is beautiful
“The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.”
– Mark Twain (via thenocturnals)
whatthecatsdraggedin:
last night I had a dream we were inseparably entwined
like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
held together, holding each other with no one else in mind
like to atoms in a molecule, inseparably combined
but then I woke up from the dream to realize I was alone
a tragic event, I must admit, but let’s not be overblown
I’m not trying to write a love song,...
