I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...– Sylvia Plath
I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a...– F. Scott Fitzgerald “My Lost City”
I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have...– Frieda Khalo
Crowds by Charles Baudelaire
It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming.
A lightning flash…then night! Fleeting beauty By whose glance I was...– Charles Baudelaire, “To a Passer-by”
Baby, don’t be unhappy. Baby, don’t be sad. Better things are coming, I swear...– Passion Pit (via daphneemarie )
I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it— and it’s still I love...– Zelda Fitzgerald (via beautyisanillusion)
You don’t talk enough in the morning. I look outside and tell you it’s been snowing It’s beautiful, all is white and you can’t see that anything like cars or mailboxes ever existed You must see it, I say, you roll over and look at me with eyes that say It snows every day I might stay home next weekend And you will go away But if you will just hold me once more as we fall asleep, and scratch my...
Hahahahahahahaaha “White butler is really into Bon Iver” Bon Iver: #shitwhitepeoplelike
where did i go right how did i get you
I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me...– Maurice Sendak (via libraryland )
my feelings for you were never really true because I couldn’t write anything about you once it was over.
There still might be a place for us somewhere.– Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion )
I wonder why
I’m learning Sign Language now. Can’t wait to find out in the future!
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.– Oscar Wilde (via libraryland)
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by...
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel...