"I want the stars to ruin us"
- Nate Pritts, from “Life Event” (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)
"Without you my air tastes
like nothing. For you
I hold my breath."
like nothing. For you
I hold my breath."
I disappear sometimes. It’s my thing.
"Why was I calling you, wishing for you, why was I longing and thirsting for you with every curve of my soul and even with my ribs?"
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
"I feel invisible sometimes. I look at myself and there’s nothing there."
novr:
beside my bed
there sits Death
"I also had these unpredictable moods; but then I seemed to lose all contact with the world; my life seemed disrupted; I rose to the surface and dived to the depths…"
in the future i no longer live the same days over and over again