(Source: sheandherdarkness, via andiamjustasoul)
(via thingssheloves)
I don’t know why, but this picture scares me. It’s such a beautiful, peaceful, calm, serene scene, yet she looks like she’s facing life head on. Have you ever had those moments? When you just look at the world and you’re like, “This is what it’s come to.” and for her, it seems like it’s come to drowning herself. Now I pray that’s not true and maybe it’s just how I see the picture but there’s just something about it. The way she moves her left hand, like she’s nervous or scared and how the sky is totally calm and all that stands before her and the ocean, is 10 feet of sand. But I could be totally wrong, perception is everything.
(Source: henrrydelavega, via dih-leer-ee-uhs)
(via thingssheloves)
(via eternal-insomniac)
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love —a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
(via dih-leer-ee-uhs)
(Source: trulygreatadventure, via pianiste)
