(Source: ifurfollowinurkewl)
The girl was never there
it’s always the same
I’m running towards nothing
again and again and again
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Slide Away // Oasis
I dream of you, and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
— C.S. Lewis
“Even in darkness
Your lips taste of sunshine”
— Francesca Lia Block, Psyche in a Dress (via moonbrains)
(Source: allrice, via moonbrains)
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Pale Blue Eyes // The Velvet Underground
“I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.’”
— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
(Source: absea, via angxietyasking)
