"I don’t need
to pluck petals
off blameless daisies
to know that you
love me not."

I am gray
but i won’t be back
for nothing will ever change
if i will be
gray will be blue
sadness will sing
and I will sleep away,
get lost,
in the abyss, my dream.

"I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place."

Vincent van Gogh, from Letters (1875-1890)

(Source: oiseauperdu, via writeaboutsilence)

"How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter."

Charles Bukowski (via avvfvl)

(Source: larmoyante, via writeaboutsilence)

"toska [tohs-kah]"

(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”  (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)

Tink I have chronic toska

(via nosecrets—noregrets)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via nosecrets--noregrets)

"On the outside I may look like a
dozen empty beer bottles and three
halfheartedly squashed cigarette butts
but at least on the inside I know I’m your
favorite cup of tea."

(Realize how special you make me feel. How better. How alive. How relevant.) Journal Words by leaveyouapen (via leaveyouapen)

Today (I Love You)


Yesterday I did
tomorrow I may
yet I’ll be damned
if I’ll worry today

I’ll laugh and love
might even play
I will be kind to all
who pass my way

Not much to write
even less to say
but I hope you know
I love you today

"You know it’s over
when you begin to dread
the dead of morning,
waking up to that false hope
that greets you upon
exiting a dream,
where for an instant
you forget just how lonely
the waking world is,
and then the heaviness sets in."

Brittany RubioIt Gets Better But Slowly At First. (via songofanothersummer)


is like a
or a

And god,
I pray
for rain.


Your laugh - j.b. (via youshouldacceptchaos)

(via deeplystained)

"you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."

"For Women Who Are Difficult to Love," Warsan Shire (via commovente)

(via clementinevonradics)

"Forgiveness is a long dark walk to a quiet room"


and here
we find
each other

At three
past meridiem

when the soil
around the roses
is still damp
and cool

and the sun
recants the night

to paint our skin
a new day
in noon and light.

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."

Lord Byron (via splitterherzen)

(Source: itsquoted, via writingsforwinter)