Kahlil Gibran, Excerpts From Sand And Foam [ID In ALT]

Attacked.

“The danger with the eloquent poetess is that she might turn herself into a beautiful disaster.”

—

Temporariness of human existence

Charles Bukowski, "white dog," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?

“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

“Your mind is a garden, plant flowers, not weeds. / Your thoughts are like water, as clear or murky as you allow them to be”

— (note to self)

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

𝗏𝗂𝖺: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅_𝗓𝗈𝗈

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

What kind of a life would you want if you had the freedom and resources to choose?

Personally a little overstuffed cottage by the fields, a little family, a small library and a florist stall at the front would suffice.

Why is it always what kind of music do you listen to and never let's make a playlist together :/

Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.