“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.”
— The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: A novel by Taylor Jenkins Reid (via jenshraders)
I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake
“But we could not exist one second without deceiving ourselves…”
—E. M. Cioran, from A Short History of Decay
I’ve been awake for days, so we out living life in the night
Cheriimoya & Sierra Kidd - Living Life, In The Night
“And when you are old, I will still be there, carrying you. When your limbs grow tired, your eyes are weak, And your hair a silvery gray, I will carry you as I always have. I will carry you and save you.”
— Isaiah 46:4
Sie liebten sich beide, doch (Heinrich Heine)
Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner
Wollt es dem andern gestehn;
Sie sahen sich an so feindlich,
Und wollten vor Liebe vergehn.
Sie trennten sich endlich und sahn sich
Nur noch zuweilen im Traum;
Sie waren längst gestorben,
Und wußten es selber kaum.
“The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”
— Marcus Aurelius (via unconditionedconsciousness)
How often must i drag myself through these trenches again?
How many times must i be confronted with the skeletons in my closet,
As i clutch my stately lighter in my pocket,
How often do i have to be confronted with these words in vain.
Alas, such is life-
One of bitter highlights,
And promises in vain.
I stand in the glow of such bright nightly lights,
Because the dark fills me with fright,
Anger, regret and loss wage a war for supremacy,
I can still remember the tears that she cried,
Lost on empty cobblestones and even emptier glasses,
Burdened by those heavy miserables,
Why again,
As many times before,
Will tonight be the end,
Of dwelling on goodbyes i said to my friend,
As many as the burdens i bore,
Do i feel wretched right into my bossoms core.
D. G.
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