When Franz Kafka said, "Perhaps it isn't love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife that I turn inside myself, this is love" and when Fruit Bats said, "When you love somebody and bite your tongue, all you get is a mouth full of blood"
when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"
“Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.”
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline
“I think you are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when you don’t know how to be. If that makes any sense?”
— Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces
In desperate need of friends who read books, like poetry and want to spend their nights stargazing on the rooftop
“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”
— John Keats
when people from real life stumble upon your tumblr and you’re just
“When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”
— Louis C.K. (via thoughtkick)
Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems
“I will never be good enough for everybody. But I am the best for someone who really appreciates me.”
— Unknown