Don’t mind if I do.
"Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."
Henry Miller (via perfect)
remember when grace was like ” life is fragile, stop running, or you’ll never live at all, ok? stop being a crazy bitch, tell the truth”
but honestly do you remember when grace wouldn’t leave them alone
"There are years that ask questions and years that answer."
Zora Neale Hurston (via rippedoutpagesofmymind)
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
Like love’s some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what’s underneath. It’s ‘Sorry, just one cherry. Play again, get lucky.’
waste of paint
I must take measures immediately
so I can prevent from hurting you
from finding a way to make you feel ever a quarter
of what you’ve done
of what you’ve created and left behind yourself
of the wall you built without fundament, held by your words and my imagination
I wish I could paint the progress of it’s collapse
and how far the bricks go after they fall
much further than the earth - they burry themselves under the damp soil
I was told a memory doesn’t exist that deep down
I want you to taste the temptation of the possible comfort that could bring
so you could finally understand
not everyone has got a choice
happy birthday to the most gorgeous person ever