The nights disappear like bruises
but nothing is healed.
W.S. Merwin, from The Asians Dyings (via theassemblagepoint)
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar  (via theintentionallife)
all these years all these years,
everything I believed in
you kinda look like the main girl in The Returned :)! ("Les Revenants" in french) — Asked by Anonymous

This is a good thing i presume :P

I have not seen it; which is the main girl?

When did your eyes get so icy blue? When did you stop seeing me as a reflection of you?
Darren Hayes, “Nothing”

Everyone is making fun of Gus and ignoring the depth of expression in Hazel’s response.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Kurt Vonnegut  (via thenocturnals)
It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind (via kingkillerarchives)
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us.
That’s why we have to care about each other.
Every Day, David Levithan (via twenty4mixtapes)