violentwavesofemotion:

“Shadows grew in my veins, my bright belief, my head of dreams deeper than night and sleep.”

— Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems of M. R.; “Night Feeding,”

flowersphil:

tonight’s mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside

annajoganiyan:

thatkindofwoman:

“Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.”

— Mary Ruefle  

psych2go:

“Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.”

— Osho
(via naturaekos)

qvotable:

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh

qvotable:

“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”

— Ernest Hemingway // The Garden of Eden

fleekpotato: