“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami (via observando)

not a total recall.

Every time I read old blog entries I always remember that one stranger who, many years ago, left a comment on my Flickr account about how I had such lovely eyes and/but how lonely they always were (my eyes) in every photo. 

lookbookdotnu:

Sunshine (by Silvia P.)

love this look! Gotta get me some torn skinnies, booties, and leather jacket next year

lookbookdotnu:

Sunshine (by Silvia P.)

love this look! Gotta get me some torn skinnies, booties, and leather jacket next year

“To receive the light
       and return it…”
Jorie Graham, from “Two Paintings by Gustav Klimt”, with thanks to weissewiese (via growing-orbits)

growing-orbits:

New Year Resolve

The time has come
To stop allowing the clutter
To clutter my mind
Like dirty snow,
Shove it off and find
Clear time, clear water.

Time for a change,
Let silence in like a cat
Who has sat at my door
Neither wild nor strange
Hoping for food from my store
And shivering on the mat.

Let silence in.
She will rarely speak or mew,
She will sleep on my bed
And all I have ever been
Either false or true
Will live again in my head.

For it is now or not
As old age silts the stream,
To shove away the clutter,
To untie every knot,
To take the time to dream,
To come back to still water.


Mary Sarton


And if i don’t meet you no more …”. FIAC 2012, Paris

And if i don’t meet you no more …”. FIAC 2012, Paris

(Source: agnesdelmotte)

from movie to real life.

justbesplendid:

““It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit their and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite.””

― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Funny how things turn out sometimes.

witanddelight:

the truth.

Note to self.

witanddelight:

the truth.

Note to self.

(Source: leilockheart)

*big gasp*

*big gasp*

(Source: secretdreamlife)

and were you being good to yourself?

warsanshire:

[love letter to self]

i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends.  especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist. 

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The Unbearable Weight of Staying

i don’t know when love became elusive
what i know, is that no one i know has it
my fathers arms around my mothers neck
fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open
when your name is a just a hand i can never hold
everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic.

i think of lovers as trees, growing to and 
from one another searching for the same light, 
my mothers laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch, 
this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until
i begin to resemble every bad memory, 
every terrible fear,
every nightmare anyone has ever had. 

i ask did you ever love me?
you say of course, of course so quickly
that you sound like someone else
i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron?
you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts

i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.

by Warsan Shire

(Source: hush-syrup)

The most beautiful smile in the world and I have tasted it.