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Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

Miguel Ángel Ruiz (via ileu)

(Source: hellanne)

You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.

Hanif Kureishi (via durianquotes)

(Source: ryannxp)

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via durianquotes)

(Source: durianseeds)

I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself— as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to define myself.

Haruki Murakami (via durianquotes) —

disnerd:

do you ever wish you could just stop time for like a couple weeks so you could just sleep and do whatever you want and just get your shit together and then after that time would just start back up again and you wouldn’t have missed anything because you would just pick up where you left off

In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

Robert Brault  (via milkfroth)

(Source: larmoyante)

Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.

writingsforwinter (via bokura)

(Source: emceelizziegibson)

What I needed was a connection with someone. Someone real. I felt that need in the marrow of my bones, in my pancreas, in my kneecaps. I did not need an endless sea of flesh. What I needed was to be loved.

Benedict Smith 
(via misiuq)

(Source: eirever)

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets  (via floriental)

(Source: ciciross)

There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.

Iain Thomas, The Scars You Love (via floriental)

(Source: kitty-en-classe)

My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.

Hermann Hesse (via floriental)

(Source: inatt)

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a great deal.

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 21 January 1926  (via floriental)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there’s an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?” But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

Paul Gilmartin (via floriental)

(Source: ongradschool)

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

Anaïs Nin (via floriental)

(Source: thetides)