“When I say, “I love you”, it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what and who you are.” - Joss Whedon
9:10 pm • 20 September 2010 • 12 notes
"Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting." - Peter Pan.
12:07 am • 16 September 2010 • 1 note
“I don’t want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I’ll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it’s possible to be. I’m growing and I don’t know how to grow. I’m living but I haven’t started living yet. Sometimes I simply disappear from myself. Sometimes it’s like I’m not here in the world at all and I simply don’t exist. Sometimes I can hardly think. My head just drifts, and the visions that come seem so vivid.” - David Almond: Jackdaw Summer
7:52 pm • 1 September 2010 • 6 notes
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.”
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via tierneylee) (via theuniverseunderground) (via ntima)
9:17 pm • 25 August 2010 • 60 notes
the folds in the buildings are creased too lightly and come undone when they look at the stars. the bridges lay across the rivers as if they are too great to touch and so fragile that they will break. they see how beautifully stars can glimmer and are jealous beneath their heavenly glare.
i walk through these crayoned pavements and my sewn up heartstrings come apart beneath the sky. these paper towns are killing the supply of oxygen to my brain, causing a delirium and changing my perception of the passing skies.
6:07 pm • 18 July 2010 • 3 notes
dear girl, you are so lost and everytime your eyes look right through my facade
and into the bile that lines my being, i shiver.
you are able to pick apart the scars and string that others left
so carelessly among my thoughts.
dear girl, you are so kind and everytime your mouth touches my ribs
i feel my stomach churn because you make me feel, alive.
10:05 pm • 4 July 2010 • 1 note