“All great and precious things are lonely.”

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via bookmania)

cyberblogging:

do you ever just think about someone and immediately get really happy because their mere existence is a source of joy to you

Ah. The reality is hard.

“I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.”

Andrea Slicker (via psych-facts)

If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder

If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words

If the girl who only sings in the shower
hums a song
in front of you

Know that you are no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs

When all the world perishes
and all things cease to exist
you’ll remain an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.

Alaska Gold (via mahalkitax3)

i have lots of moments like this.

childishnotions:

writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone 

It is. That’s why i’m writing :)

I miss those time when i don’t have to rely to anyone. when i don’t have to feel this lonely. when i don’t need people around me. when i’m absolutely fine alone.

01/26 | 22:56
❥LT loullipops

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