Ma Makes One Aware Of The Presence Of Absence. It’s The Gap Where The Moonlight Sifts Through; It’s

In the evening,I heard you listening to music,it was hollywood. Cool music and you enjoyed it without me. I was alone in the next room,and you enjoyed the music and smoking a cigarette.You looked happier and in PEACE.

I think, peace was missing in us.

Damn.....

“Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.”

— (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

the autobiography of red, anne carson // the hours, michael cunningham // autobiography of my hungers, eduardo c. corral // the embrace, ron hicks // to myself, ron hicks // desire, years and years // how to live safely in a science fictional universe, charles yu // birds hover the trampled field, richard siken //  romantic soul, ron hicks // ego, m. roosevelt & mitski

I barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am I even alive

Ufff these handwriting 🖋️🖋️

I would never in my life get over this movie <3

“And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns into cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm - whether it’s something or someone - toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being sad in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.”

— Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition 

Long nights.Coffee stained books. Dark circles. Half full cups scattered around a dimly lit room. Heavy rain hitting off a window. Water filling the gutters. Tchaikovsky playing quietly on a record player. A neighboring houses window open wide enough to hear the soft violin chords. Shy smiles at books. Half closed eyes. Soft hums.

- Coffeemood

let's go on an adventure

“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.” ──Taylor Jenkins Reid

“And where should I go now that I’ve reached the sea?”

— Jennifer Chang, from “Myself — Be Noon to Him”, Some Say the Lark (via voirlvmer)