"I remember feeling sorry for something I haven’t done"
D.Z
"You like me, for the reason I have already told you: I broke through your loneliness, I snatched you up right before the doorway to hell and woke you up again. But I want more from you, much more. I want to make you fall in love with me. No, don’t contradict me, let me speak! You like me very much, I sense that, and you are grateful to me; but you are not in love with me."
Herman Hesse, from Steppenwolf (via dieworten)
wildstag:

untitled by chozoh on Flickr.
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"Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding."
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via observando)
citylandscapes:

Saint-Petersburg, Russia.
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"Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain."
William Faulkner (via observando)
"Don’t give up! It’s not over. The universe is balanced. Every set-back bears with it the seeds of a come-back."
― Steve Maraboli (via psych-quotes)
"All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever."
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via observando)
"The words you can’t find, you borrow.
We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.
My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.
We are not quite novels.
The analogy he is looking for is almost there.
We are not quite short stories. At this point, his life is seeming closest to that.
In the end, we are collected works."
Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry  (via dieworten)

griffinriot:

Taylor walks on stage in for the iHeart radio festival in the Red finale outfit, the new single’s opening bars begin and the dancer rip off her outfit like the old YBWM and boom new era begins

Letting Go, And No One Knows

It’s true that it was still your hand that I hold that moment. It’s true that it’s still you whom I being cheesy to. It’s true that the ‘I love You’s still goes to you. But I’m already letting go for a long time, and no one knows. 

It’s true that you are whom people know. But this heart isn’t theirs. It’s mine. And it’s the best secret keeper, perhaps. And I’m the only one who know what I dreamed of every night. And it has become a headline for a long time, that I’m always good at pretending. And I’m already letting go for a long time, and no one knows. 

Do you know who’s the man I sing in the night? 

Do you know who’s the one I say goodnight?

That’s. Letting go, and no one knows

"I broke a glass yesterday. And it scares me, that it was a sign that I’ll break you today"
Two Lines Poets - D.Z
"Always be a poet, even in prose."
Charles Baudelaire (via observando)
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