Still reading, and wondering why this only cost me $3.74. The feeling of complete happiness this book has given me is priceless.

Reading at 5am. Jon Ellis ❤️

Reading at 5am. Jon Ellis ❤️

"And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go."

— She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)

(via yourfloweredhat)

"I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."

— Alexandra Bracken (via drapetomania)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via langleav)

"At first the solitude
charmed me like a prelude,
but so much music wounded me."

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Music (via violentwavesofemotion)

cynicallys:

“I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.”
The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001

cynicallys:

I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.”

The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001

(Source: rickcohle, via langleav)

"I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love."

— Sylvia Plath (via observando)

❤️❤️❤️ Oh, Sylvia. ❤️❤️❤️

Someone talk to me, please.

(via langleav)

Anonymous said: You're really beautiful

Thank you, Sir and/or Madam anonymous.

Oh you know, just browsing through my phone notes at 3:14am on a Saturday night because I went to bed at 8pm, woke up at 2am, and now I’m wide awake.

Oh you know, just browsing through my phone notes at 3:14am on a Saturday night because I went to bed at 8pm, woke up at 2am, and now I’m wide awake.

"I love you enormously. I’m spending a little time away from you—quite absurd and contingent. I would so like to see you, my stubborn little thing, and tell you my stories and hold your hand. You are my love, you good little being. Far from you I measure the nothingness of the flesh, and I am not having much fun."

— Jean-Paul Sartre, from Witness to My Life: The Letters of Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone De Beauvoir (via violentwavesofemotion)