51I can’t take back the things I never did.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via slowdissolve)
(Source: foreversquare, via beautefantasy)
(via thingssheloves)
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami (via beryl-azure)
(Source: misswallflower, via tais--toi)
It’s like my heart was shattered
and is now going straight down into a trash compactor.
I don’t know what broke it,
but was I the one that threw it out?
Update
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but the least I can do is say what’s been going on.
I haven’t been doing much, honestly—at least nothing too important since I’ve last posted. It’s finally the end of my summer, and next week I’m going to be moving into my dorm. Even though I’m kind of excited, I’m really nervous and pretty scared.
I’m seeing my friends here for the last time until we all move away from each other. It’s just really weird and this all just hit me yesterday…
(via redwingtipshoes)
I can’t look into your eyes for too long
The longer I do
the more I fade away
into you
and I find myself
leaning
in
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Gary Provost (via atomos)
(via tumblrisforlulz)
And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these only the Small Things are ever said. The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.
The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)
