“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”—Anatole France (via kaylaoakley)
“Manage me, I am a mess, swept under the rug of yesterday’s home improvement, a whimsical urge tossed aside for the easy reassurance of home and comfort. I am the photograph tucked away as a book-mark, in a book left half unread, once reopened to find memories crawling back into peripheral sight, faded, creased and lonely. I long to be admired, long to be held, torn and laughed at, laughed with, like a distant relative or an old friend breathing in their last breath. I missed the moment when time collapsed and memory was erased, replaced by finicky social experiments, lost in the blur of intoxication, sucked through multicolored bendy-straws, making way for a spinning world where hub-caps stood still, but our vision didn’t. If I could leave you with only one thing, it would be small, foldable, and made from trees, with a few careless words, scribbled in blue; Take a minute to learn me, take a moment to love me, because I need your love to live,and without it, I am nothing.”—Alex Gaskarth (via alltimelowlifestyle)
“But he hadn’t been overwhelmed to the point of incapacity. The after-effects had not weakened or permanently damaged him. Perhaps he’d even been strengthened. That’s what bad events were supposed to do to you, provided you were tough enough to start.”—Red Moon by Rachel Anderson (via xnonymous)
“Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow
flat on the wall.
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
You had not expected this,
the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
pummeling you in a stream of fists.
You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass
with every speck of dust illuminated.
The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
from passing through.”—Richard Siken - The Visible World (via dreamofyears)
“Nothing screams provocative quite like a dusty declaration of love trapped in a heady cloud of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. It’s tawdry and inelegant, and the simplicity of those dreamy words is lost within that warped sense of romanticism that spurred the dreary allegation in the first place. Honor and honesty have no real meaning in this alternate universe of grimy street corners and flowery courtship; it’s a place of irony, skepticism, and deception. The sun never shines and anonymity is guaranteed. A brilliant facade of poetry and polite conversation embellished with insincerity enshrouds this world’s inhabitants, and their souls are blackened by a mystery too complex for their identical intellects to solve. They’re indefinitely stuck in an oblivion unscathed by acceptance and fantasy. And they adore it.”—provocative envy, A Little Piece of Sincerity (via dreamofyears)
“I think the existence of the idea of “society” is only an illusion that exists inside the heart. However, that often becomes a reality, not illusion when you commit an anti-social act. I would say people unconsciously reveal their true violent nature. I feel that humans are solitary creatures. What saves us from this solitude is not this vague notion of “the public” but the human connections and ties.”—Natsuo Kirino (via kuragehime)