"My wants are simple: a job that I like and a girl whom I love."

Something Borrowed (via blackbruise)

(Source: simply-quotes, via normalisan-illusion)

"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."

Warsan Shire (via seabois)

(via arcana--imperii)

"when asked, “how are you?” there are two ways to respond:
you could say, “well, my bones ache from the wind blowing right through me. i’ve become a ghost again.
my head hurts from the nicotine withdrawals, or maybe it’s from withdrawing from her, i don’t know.
i keep picking scabs and i think i’m bleeding out.
i haven’t spoken to my best friend in weeks and he doesn’t seem to mind.
my mother hasn’t poked her head through my door to say goodnight in a year, even though that annoyed me i miss it
my father yelled at me for eating popcorn tonight. he’s always yelling, still.
i replace glasses of water with glasses of vodka, no chasers. no one seems to notice.
my hands have been a little shaky since i started taking more pills and stopped eating.
my rooms a mess and i’ve been sleeping way too much. shouldn’t someone say something to me?
i’ve been getting high to sad songs, it’s ruining the trips. or maybe it’s the thoughts spinning around like cyclones on water creating tidal waves on the beach i visited two years ago, where i saw all the baby jellyfish glowing in the sand at 2a.m. and i held my own hand for the first time.
the girl who broke my heart has been talking to me again. her words are so empty now i’m surprised they have the weight to leave her mouth.
they’re probably so rehearsed, she doesn’t think twice. i think a million times.
and i couldnt even get a text back.
my neighbors have been keeping me up late and so have my back pains.
i’m sorta deteriorating, you know?”
or you could reply, “fine, and you?” and be done with it all."

high writing (via asasinato)

(via wildflowersandcandlelight)

"I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds."

Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler (via goodniteowl)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via goodniteowl)