The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hellanne)
I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.
― Rikkie Gale (via insanity-and-vanity)
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin || and you. (via koreyan)
And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via larmoyante)

Even if it was magically enough,
enough weight lost,
a number on the scales that
finally, somehow,
satisfied your eating disorder

you’d still have nothing at all.

N.J., It’s all empty promises. (via painstained-letters)