Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
(via woodysblues)
Something happens in my mind. It refuses to go in registering impressions. It shuts itself up. It becomes chrysalis.
(via epilepsyblues)
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where your still dreaming but it`s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn`t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.
listen, there`s a hell of a good universe next door, let`s go
(via epilepsyblues)
David Wojnarowicz, “Spiral”
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
Love-
it can and should be so
easy
like falling asleep
in a chair or
like a church full of
windows
(via epilepsyblues)
Before you speak, think -Is it necessary? Is it true? Is it kind? Will it hurt anyone? Will it improve on the silence?
(Source: girlinlondon, via romeo-isbleeding)
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.
(via epilepsyblues)
To be honest, I rarely think of John Lennon as dead. There’s too much life in his music to think of him as gone.
(via epilepsyblues)
Ann Brashares, The Second Summer of the Sisterhood
All my life, I have been in love with the sky. Even when everything was falling apart around me, the sky was always there for me.
(via epilepsyblues)
(via epilepsyblues)
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
