“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
— (via madsss5572)
LMAO 😂
Do not fight over dick
October is my empire. Terror is part of me. 一 Tamura Ryūichi
1. Alfonsina Storni, 2. Cy Twombly, 3. William Stanley Merwin, 4. Cy Twombly, 5. Virginia Woolf, 6. Jorge Albericio, 7. Gala Mukomolova, 8. Andrei Tarkovsky, 9. Czesław Miłosz, 10. Andrei Tarkovsky, 11. Thomas Wolfe, 12. Andrei Tarkovsky, 13. Louise Glück
SPECIFIC PLAYLISTS YOU MIGHT LIKE:
Summer mornings in the charming scenery of northern Italy.
Soundtracks to Mahmoud Darwish's poetry.
Orchestra at the Gates of Hell.
Half a Corpse, Half a God.
Twilight but the vampires are dressed like in The Matrix.
"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be."
—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.
"Even the moon cried for him to stay with me,but he left."
(lovers don't exist/siyah)
"She's never where she is. She's only inside her head,"
this will always be one of my faves
“Spring: You had sunset eyes; beautiful to stare at, but they told the story of a life that had been steadily moving downward. Summer: Dusk melted into your smile and watched while happiness became an ocean for our paper hearts to drown in. Fall: There are never enough letters to house broken hearts, but we still break glasses to borrow emotion for self combustion to write a new lullaby. Winter: My sadness tastes a lot like your name tonight.”
— How to lose yourself in a year. (via teacup12)