“My Mind Is Obscured By The Past, As If There Is Too Much To Remember. Muted Sadness And Nostalgia

"Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense and I'll kiss you for it. To go wrong in your own way is better than to go right in someone's else."

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and punishment

It felt like Sunday after a long time.No alarms,no missed breakfast,no heading to the subway in a rush,no smoking with colleagues.Called a friend whom I ditched with a dinner party,my mother cooked me my favourite meal and I was full . Peeled an orange and drove to the vegetable market. The weather was hot and the day was slow. And this is what I wanted since a very long time.

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."― Ernest Hemingway

"Don't compare your life to others

There's no comparison between the sun and the moon.

They shine when it is their time.

“Death “makes absence just another familiar habit,” writes Llamazares. “Disappearance, however, has no limits.””

— Nina MacLaughlin, from “On the First of November, the Ghosts Arrive”, The Paris Review

i think there is something sad and beautiful about willingly letting some things happen. about seeing you phone battery dying and not charge it. about letting your schoolbag get soaked on a rainy day. about not fretting when you lose your ring in the ocean. about not trying to stop it when you see a cup falling to the ground. about letting some people go from your life without trying to make them stay

you'll be mad and sad after, but it means you had let that go before it even tried to go away. and i find this sad, but oddly beautiful

““We were young,“ she said. “Stupid."” “Crazy,” he added. “Selfish.” “In love.” “Yeah,” she whispered. “That, too.””

— excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)

looking for: somebody to go on long walks with

requirements 

willing to talk about our existential crisis

stop to pick up cool looking leaves, rocks and misc objects

will attempt to befriend any animals we might see

hold my hand so it doesn’t get cold

point out unusual cloud shapes

Who is mona-lisa ? A dead lover!

“Heartbreak is not always blood and crushed ribs and waking up in the middle of the night because you were choking on your own tears in your sleep. Sometimes it’s simply standing in the middle of the supermarket, trying not to throw up on the floor and attempting to stop your teeth from chattering and figuring out which loaf of bread you’re getting a better deal on at the same time.”

— (via extrasad)