But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing
Mary Oliver, ”What Is There Beyond Knowing” (via mirroir)
At this point of my life I’m looking at it as a hustle.
You’re always in a rush, or else you’re too exhausted to have a proper conversation. Soon enough, the long hours, the traveling, the broken sleep have all crept into your being and become part of you, so everyone can see it, in your posture, your gaze, the way you move and talk.
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via feellng)
I am a book covered with blackness, scars and mysteries. I just hope for people to judge me by my cover. I just don’t want them to read into me and see the fragile heart I am
If she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.
Ray Bradbury // Fahrenheit 451 (via kvtes)
The Statue of Angel, Prague, Czech Republic
Photographer: Tomas Megis
The only person standing in your way, is you.
I know you’ve been pulling away from everybody recently; lurking further into the shadows of irrelevance, almost to the point of completely fading away.
I hope you realize that I see you.
You are not invisible.
You are grand.
You are magnificent.
You are astounding.