Now I will stop trying in vain to separate the heat from the fire.
—Thought Catalog
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
—(via natashakills)
(Source: passionnanteee, via absentions)
My heart aches for old memories. I miss old friends. And I always will. There’s no getting over it. But that’s what happens when you live with heart open and palms up. My heart didn’t get taken. I went with it open. It hurt then because I knew it wasn’t forever – and it hurts now because the times are behind me. But in the emptiness there is love. Parts of myself are gone. They belong to people and places far away, and that’s where they’ll stay. You have to know from the start that the thing is going to change you – and then you have to let it. And then when it’s time to go home, you have to really go home.
—How To Come Home, Ben Liebing
Nostalgia is the art of abandoning details.
—Amy Shock (via quotecatalog)
Each time you happen to me all over again.
—Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
We were not lovers, we were love.
—Jeanette Winterson (via larmoyante)
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
—Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story
A hundred times have I thought New York is a
catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a
beautiful catastrophe.
—Le Corbusier
God is a hangover. Religion is the shot glass. You are the toast I say before every stiff drink.
—Sierra DeMulder
Moral of the story: love others, apologize when you’re wrong, stop worrying, do what you most want to, tell your person you love them and then love them while you have the chance. These are the things that matter, and the things you’ll wish you would have done one day.
—Thought Catalog, The Things You Will Regret, Brianna West
