(Source: allmymetaphors, via soweliveforever)
"Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen."
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"This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.”
—Iain Thomas"
—Iain Thomas"
For the weathered souls and the storm’s not forgotten
The beating hearts on the North Shore of Boston
Grow up, go on but don’t be forgotten
Grow up, go on, grow up, go on
I went to high school with these gents— i’m really loving their song tonight.
"The sea refreshes our imagination because it does not make us think of human life; yet it rejoices the soul, because, like the soul, it is an infinite and impotent striving, a strength that is ceaselessly broken by falls, an eternal and exquisite lament. The sea thus enchants us like music, which, unlike language, never bears the traces of things, never tells us anything about human beings, but imitates the stirrings of the soul. Sweeping up with the waves of those movements, plunging back with them, the heart thus forgets its own failures and finds solace in an intimate harmony between its own sadness and the sea’s sadness, which merges the sea’s destiny with the destinies of all things."
— Marcel Proust, Regrets, Reveries The Color of Time
"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world."
— Joanne Harris
(by Keith Carter)
(Source: musicforthemorningafter-, via whispsofinvisibleme)
"I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am."
— Syd Barrett
(via redbloodthorn)
"I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always … so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don’t, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi
"You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports, new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things."
— Jamie Tworkowski
