Member of The Internet Defense League Two-Way Monologues

I have so much of you in my heart.

John Keats (via stevenbong)

(Source: you-and-me-are-the-world, via langleav)

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Joan Crawford (via observando)

April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via traumachu)

(Source: petrichour, via langleav)

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

Jonathan Safran Foer (via observando)

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.

Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins (via observando)

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via observando)

Everything in his life had come down to the sensation of her fingers against his. The person he was, the history he carried within himself, every joy and grief he had ever experienced, slipped way like an irrelevant garment. He was nothing but skin, speaking to another skin, and between the skins there was no need to find any words.

Kate Grenville, The Lieutenant (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

There was actually nothing beautiful or poetic about it.
You shattered my fucking heart.

You’re scared of the way I make you feel because you don’t want to feel anything.

Maya Banks, Sweet Temptation (via entflohen)

(Source: simply-quotes, via absentions)

And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.

e.e. cummings (via observando)

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via observando)

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice.

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via observando)

She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she doesn’t. She lies to protect you and herself.

Tarryn Fisher, Thief (via observando)

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via observando)

I’m guilty of giving people more chances than they deserve but when I’m done, I’m done.

Turcois Ominek (via observando)