I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
Childish Gambino (via moonsads)
I view my objects, especially my clothes, as an expression of my current identity, whatever that may be. When I have a limited set to work with, I get bored. Not only that, but I feel dull, like a dusty mirror. What does that say about my self-perception? Without my pretty wardrobe, I’m nothing? I don’t want to believe that.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
Ernest Hemingway (via ifnothingelsebekind)
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via observando)
I think when you like someone you are only infatuated with them. When you love someone, you care for them. Isn’t it that simple?
Is it really that bad if someone sees who you are? Why is it humans have a problem with letting someone else see that they are human?
Joseph Gogler (via kvtes)
I used to spend my nights loving you, mixed up in feelings of desire and heartache. Now, I spend my nights trying to lose you in the mouths of strangers and the words that come from them. I’ve watched days, and months, and almost years pass by, hoping to lose you somewhere in the distance, but you’re never far behind.