A Collection of Beautiful Words

“In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.”

—   Aldous Huxley (via petrichour)

(Source: withveritaserum, via petrichour)

“Love consists in this,
that two solitudes protect,
and touch, and greet each other.”

—   Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”  (via petrichour)

(Source: scottiehughes, via petrichour)

“When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.”

—   Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via larmoyante)

“Sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go but rather learning to start over.”

—   Nicole Sobon (via adderalldust)

(Source: observando, via adderalldust)

cerooohiz:

that moment when you remember what happened and every part of you feels like it’s being ripped to shreds and you keep telling yourself to forget, to forget, but you can’t so you just sit there, aching, wishing someone, anyone, would come and hold you till the memory passes and the pain has faded but no one is there so you just sit there numb and alone.

(via keepmegone)

cerooohiz:

I don’t miss you or us at all. And I’m not sad or hurt because we aren’t together. I’m hurting because I gave all of me to a person I thought I could trust, and then you left me, stranded missing a part of myself. Because when you left you took that part of me with you. You left and stole something that doesn’t belong to you. That’s why I’m broken and hurting.

(via keepmegone)

“I have spent too many years calculating things,
other than what it means to be myself.”

—   How I’ve wasted my years. (Jaymee)

(via letting-go-is-freedom)

“If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind I would say once because you never really left…”

—   (via picsandquotes)

(via alex-was-here)

“The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.”

—   Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via larmoyante)

“I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.”

—   Haruki Murakami (via sad-plath)

(via oceanicwomb)

finnualabutler:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  

(via granola-soul)

“I want to wake up at 2am, roll over, see your face, and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

—   i love you (via seelengekritzel)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via the-perks-of-our-faults)

“There’s something mystical in the gradual
decline. Like somehow I’m always trying
not to lose it in a Walgreen’s. So profoundly
unstable in a phone booth by the sea. I’m calling out
to the water, to weather, the graceless weight
of days.”

—   

Dillon J. Welch, “Confessional Poem (Please, Please),” published in Jellyfish 

this is so important to me right now i can’t even

(via kerryalaska)

(Source: bostonpoetryslam, via oceanicwomb)

Let me be your coffee in the morning.

(Source: narrowly-past, via the-perks-of-our-faults)

“Look at someone you love today,
for one minute,

as if you saw them for
the first time.

As if they were the first ray
of sunlight, caught by


the tender passion of your eye,
lighting up your whole world.”

—   Ron Starbuck, Death (via petrichour)

(Source: hellanne, via petrichour)