"I usually solve problems by letting them devour me."
- Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod (via thegoldeneternity)
"I usually solve problems by letting them devour me."
- Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod (via thegoldeneternity)
(via ninefoldgoddess)
"She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing."
- The Awakening (via blondeyed)
(Source: lifeiszebubblez, via themadphrontistery-deactivated2)
(via black-leather)
What am I doing to myself? I felt the string Jane spoke of
And watched as the spool in my chest wound
Further and further away
Until the time I saw you riding through the moonlight and I felt
As if you’d grabbed my chest in your bare hands and pulled it into yours,
Stone and cold
I’ve wanted you since I first realized
That your mind was as expansive as the rolling valleys I’d searched inside myself
Every night since I was young
Rarely was the thought of your body intertwining with mine enough
To satisfy the hunger I had for everything inside of you
I wanted the pain as much as the intellect
The passionate love as much as the anger
And the fear as much as the hero I could feel blindly with my fingers but never with my eyes
Being with you for the fleeting moments when I saw your courage
Was like rolling over in the mornings after days of mourning
And feeling as if someone had filled me in the night with all that I’d been missing
Other times you would convince me I knew nothing of you and never would
And inside myself I’d hold a funeral
For the woman I had no chance of being
Jane
"My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away."
- David Levithan (via hellanne)
"Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
- Rumi (via vineetkaur)
That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
is a golden ring,
it is a twisted string.
And you can ask the counselor;
you can ask the king;
and they’ll say the same thing;
and it’s a funny thing
(Source: sixtytwoseconds)
Robert Henri - Rough Seas Near Lobster Point (1903)
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via backbonejack)
"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way."
- Charles Bukowski (via jessiccachastain)
(Source: simply-quotes, via black-leather)
(Source: pushthemovement, via thegoldeneternity)
(Source: wolf-teeth, via thegoldeneternity)
