Między tym, czego się pragnie, a tym, co można dostać, często zieje wielka przepaść; czasami wyobraźnia przerzuca przez tę otchłań most, ale człowiek szybko się przekonuje, jak nietrwała jest jego konstrukcja.

I want to be drunk when I wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed.

Bezpieczeństwo to rzecz względna. Możesz dopłynąć tak blisko brzegu, że prawie czujesz grunt pod nogami, po czym nagle roztrzaskujesz się na skałach.

Najlepsze, co nas w życiu spotyka, rzadko zostało zaplanowane.”  


Okazuje się, że piekło to nie płonąca, wrząca otchłań ognia i cierpienia. To coś o wiele, wiele gorszego. Piekło jest wtedy, kiedy ludzie, których kochasz najbardziej na świecie, sięgają po twoją duszę i wyrywają ci ją. I robią to tylko dlatego, że mogą.

i mean im kinda dumb and loud and my hair doesnt always look great but i can make u laugh and im good at petting animals so why not date me

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.

Nie stajesz się dla kogoś wzorem, bo znasz odpowiedzi na wszystkie pytania (…). Stajesz się wzorem, bo zadajesz właściwe pytania.

(…) gdy zamieniasz się w kogoś, kogo nie poznajesz, przestajesz czuć cokolwiek.

Po wielu latach odkryłam, że cisza zachęca ludzi do mówienia.

Może pewne rzeczy słyszy się dopiero, wtedy gdy jest się gotowym ich wysłuchać?

Czas zarówno obraca żelazo w rdzawy pył, jak przemienia węgiel w diament.

słowa to tylko słowa; wypowiedziane lekko, nie mają dość dużego ciężaru, więc przemijają z wiatrem.

dotarło do niego, że znalazł się w punkcie zwrotnym. I jak zwykle na rozstajnych drogach trzeba będzie coś zapłacić, z czegoś zrezygnować po to, by móc iść dalej.

Boję się być sama. Potrzebuję miłości wielu ludzi. Jeśli pokocha mnie wiele osób, wszystkie nie będą mogły odejść w tym samym czasie.

Czysta miłość kocha nawet rękę, która wymierza jej cios.
 W kłamstwo zawsze są czynnie zaangażowane dwie strony - autor barwnych opowieści i żałosny naiwniak, który dokona każdej umysłowej wolty, byle uwierzyć w piękne słowa.

Świadomość utraconych szans nigdy nie pozostawiała jedynie powierzchownych obrażeń; zwykle raniła głęboko, do żywego.

Niebezpiecznie jest badać ranę , która wciąż się goi.

- A wie pan, co jest najlepsze w złamanym sercu? (…)
- Tak naprawdę można je złamać tylko raz. Reszta to zaledwie zadrapania (…).

Poezję pisze się łzami, powieść krwią, a historię rozczarowaniem.

Przypuszczam, że marzenia nie są liniowe. Nie ma prostej drogi wiodącej tam, dokąd pragniesz.

Znikają tylko ci, którzy mają dokąd wrócić.

…) w chwili, kiedy zaczynasz zastanawiać się czy kogoś kochasz, przestałeś już go kochać na zawsze.






The biggest tragedy is your silence. / I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.


Love me until you’re drunk too.
 
I’ll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you.

I can never tell if I like a boy because I’m actually interested in him or because I’m just bored and have nothing better to do


You made me say things that I would never have told anyone.
 
I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.
 
Letting you go almost killed me.
 
My body
is burning
with the shame
of not belonging.
My body
is longing.
But nobody knows that.

here I go again, writing more things about you that you’ll never read
so you’ll never know that I think about you more often than I should



Coffee doesn’t wake me up like you do.

Just seeing your name
makes me feel more alive
 
 
do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely
do i like you or do i like that you like me



fuck attractive people
that’s the plan




His kisses said more than his words ever will. It’s how I knew it was the end.
 
Nothing holds me. Not even you.
 
I know you have feelings left somewhere. But they’re all so hard to reach
 
I try not to think about anything too much. If you think about anything too much, it just breaks your heart and then you never recover from it. Indifference may not bring excitement but it does allow you to survive.
 
 
Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.
 
That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me
 
You can’t walk through life using someone else’s plan.
 
Cynics leave before they are left.
 
Trust is giving them the knife.
 
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
 
Its hard to show people everything, you know? You never know what they’ll do with it once they have it.
 
Don’t settle for someone who doesn’t give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.
 
It’s just so damn tragic. How you could spend years with someone and realize that you never really knew them at all. How you can sit across from them and see nothing but a stranger looking back.
 
 
I become such a monster when I miss you.
 
 
Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
I loved you, and I ruined myself,
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.
But the truth is, I did it all because of you.


You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.
 
I’m sick of always wanting you.
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




 

 
 
 


 

The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone." — nada surf


Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
 
Inspire people by loving more deeply.
 
girls who can wear red lipstick casually and pull it off are the most dangerous kinds of people
 
Love should augment your happiness. It’s okay to miss your significant other but don’t let that debilitate you. 
 
This year will take from me
the hardened person
who I longed to be.
I am healing by mistake.
Rome is also built on ruins.
 
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn’t wish that on you. I don’t
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.
Love’s not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light.



I lived in the present, which was
that part of the future you could see.
The past floated above my head,
like the sun and moon, visible but never reachable.

I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying.

ou can purposely end your own life, but you cannot purposely keep your own life going.
The expression, ‘my life’ is actually an oxymoron, a result of ignorance and mistaken assumption.
You don’t possess life; life expresses itself through you.
Your body is a flower that life let bloom,
a phenomenon created by life.

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.

when I started leaving everyone who told me they loved me,
I realized I had become the product of abandonment.
I had been left by people who said they cared about me, and this
burned inside my memory as the way to show love.
the second to last time I left someone, I realized three months too late that I was only leaving because I was afraid.
so when the next guy came around, I stayed too long because I thought regret would fill me as soon as I closed the door.
So I stayed and endured and hurt,
and broke.
And here I am alone and unable to trust my own judgement and unable to trust my own heart and unable to trust anyone else.
I am a product of being abandoned and I don’t know how to love.



and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart. 

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.



but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met.

I want you everywhere, by my side and between my thighs. 
want you with me, your sugar in my tea, my eyelashes on your sheets.
Write your name on me, when my heart breaks, I want it to be blinding.

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


My shadow said to me:
what is the matter
Isn’t the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body?

Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.


I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.

What does light talk about?
I asked a plant that once,
It said, “I am not sure,
but it makes me
grow.

it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.


You were made to be kissed, often and well.

Make love
like you have no
secrets
like you’ve
never been
left
never been
hurt
like the world
don’t owe you a
single
wretched
thing.


I will teach you the value of
the word “no” so that, when you hear it, you do not question it.

you are allowed to be soft. you are allowed to break and bend. you do not have to be strong. you do not have to be a soldier.

It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.

I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me.

As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.

You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.

It is only September.
I don’t know how many seasons
I will be allowed to love you yet.

You’ve survived every single day,
for as long as you’ve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.