Paulina, 21, descúbreme.
So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art
, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.DREAM IS DESTINY
"You fell, I fell—
we both fell.
but I drowned."
"And if you were the future
And I was the past
If I was too slow
And you were too fast
If you were a cloud
And I was a ghost
If you were long distance
And I was up close
I’d still love you
No matter what sense it will make
I’d love you whenever whatever it takes."
An awesome book of love, Dallas Clayton.
"I am yours.
Don’t give myself back to me."
"I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me."
Charlotte Green, You Say You Don’t Want A Boyfriend, But You Know That’s Not True.
"…and believing is the act of love, I think."
"There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares."
Richelle E. Goodrich
"You’re very naive and fragile, because you act as if you don’t believe in anything, as if you don’t care to believe in anything, but, really, all you want is to believe in something with all of your heart. This is a problematic combination. I should tell you that the only way to fit in well with people is to truly love people. And the only way to truly love people is to continue to immerse yourself in social environments where, contrary to what you hope for, you’ll find that people are never what you want them to be. It is as this point of acceptance, if you’re still willing, that you’ll be able to start loving people."
Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? (via thevaltari)
"Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place
"My shadow said to me:
what is the matter
Isn’t the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body?"
Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “The Shadow Voice”
"I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.
I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented."
"I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts."
"To perceive is to suffer."