Why do I find myself running from life instead of chasing it, I’ve become so fixed in my ways that I’m starting to think the material I’m made out of isn’t flesh.
No, I refuse to stop this war I’m battling against isn’t hard the ultimate war against myself
isn't it sweet, that we all use different kind of gestures to show our love for others? it shows that even love has different languages in itself and that is idk . . . something lovely to know?
the moment you give up you start looking for excuses , the moment you think you can do it you find a way
That's the process of life I'll never get but always adore, getting to understand one side of you then suddenly not at all. Knowing that I may not have been in your life until the end but I was in a chapter or 2. It may seem quite sad but I can't help think of it as wonderful knowing that though all the years you might have on earth I was apart of it and in the same way you were apart of mine. Although we aren't together and we might never be i wish you well and will always be happy for the chapter we shared
“It really kind of sucked to be close to someone for so long and then suddenly not be anything anymore.”
— Cecily von Ziegesar, Reckless
I love the serene life. I don’t care who calls me boring. Enjoying my life stress-free, circle small, privacy on 100%, is way richer than overextending and overexposing myself to perform and entertain others.
19 January, 1924 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”
I miss me , every version - every part of the person I’ve been has made me the woman I am today. I hope my future self will be happy with me I hope the person I am now makes me a happier person tomorrow
— Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
Vincent Van Gogh