I'll write him in thousand different ways until my ink bleeds.
Different ways of loving-siyah.
"One can never be too prepared for love."
- siyah
good morning take this quiz and tell me
“Spring: You had sunset eyes; beautiful to stare at, but they told the story of a life that had been steadily moving downward. Summer: Dusk melted into your smile and watched while happiness became an ocean for our paper hearts to drown in. Fall: There are never enough letters to house broken hearts, but we still break glasses to borrow emotion for self combustion to write a new lullaby. Winter: My sadness tastes a lot like your name tonight.”
— How to lose yourself in a year. (via teacup12)
“The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.”
— Beau Taplin || the hours between. (via exoticwild)
I. “the vault” andrés cerpa II. “blood makes the blade holy” evan knoll III. “the sentence” anna akhmatova IV. “sweet the sound” clementine von radics V. vincent van gogh VI. “carnet de voyage” craig thompson VII. “v for vendetta” alan moore VIII. “highly logical behavior” john corey whaley
the five love languages are the brushing of fingertips, sarcasm, exploring magical forests, pizza, and late night drives
“Death “makes absence just another familiar habit,” writes Llamazares. “Disappearance, however, has no limits.””
— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review
Martin Buxbaum
“[A]nd I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Joseph Mallord William Turner