I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of...– G.K. Chesterton (via misswallflower)
devalexwg: The coldest most almost ironic fact is that you don’t even know. That I lie to you every time I say that I could let you go. You’ll never know, about my guile or about what this is. The way I look, the way I yearn, the way you enrapture bliss. It’s because; You don’t need the weight, the darkness or the drops of unnecessary tears. Nor the heart break or the pain take or future...
devalexwg: In fallowed seconds of inertia stripped callously with browned timbre and a rough hand that grips without mercy or empathetic vice. The words poured out of my mouth and ulcerous insides with a feverish froth of toiling emotion, feelings of slow death and the quivering of a small unused heart. It took years of ghosted pains and fake life to lay down a pillar of solidarity in...
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We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to...– Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami (via sekai-)
Growing weary from all this frustration.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.– Charles Baudelaire (via lavandula)
2:05 AM and craving sushi. wut
devalexwg: Dry, brittle lips and sticky black rancid breath. Dark nights, subtle lies and my sad infinite death.
Ending my activity on tumblr.
I wish I could spend my nights and mornings like this with you all the time. Good moments are always fleeting and transition into bad ones.
doroshiix33: There’s always someone that comes along and completely changes your perspective, letting you believe that they’re truly different. At first, you’re hesitant to trust them but with white lies and false promises, you slowly open up to them. You force optimism upon yourself and you begin to get your hopes up. They fuck up a few times, yet you forgive them because you refuse to accept...
What is your life about, anyway? Nothing but a struggle to be someone. Nothing...– Rumi (via suzywire)
The world kept moving on, I alone, was at a stand still.– Haruki Murakami (via moldavia)
Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex. You thought of nothing else if you...– James Baldwin - “Nobody Knows My Name” (via keepsdiary)
Many of us are slaves to our minds. Our own mind is our worst enemy. We try to...– Sakyong Mipham (via creatingaquietmind)