May 2013
“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...”
– Voltaire (via c-ulo)
I can’t believe it’s all coming to a close
because my best friends are so beautiful
and talented
and passionate
and we’re each leaving so soon.
I can’t remember a dance concert that hasn’t brought me to tears, but this one was so indicative of the summer to come, and the separations at hand.
I will gehen, aber ich will nichts lassen.
“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived,...”
– Buddha (via silentnostalgia)
Proooooost
“ We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom, when we should have...”
– Charles Bukowski (via n-y-c-t-o-p-h-i-l-i-a)
“My insomnia is at its worst; I can’t sleep and the rain is determined not to...”
– Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena (via floralnymph)
ich will gehen, aber ich will nicht lassen…
Ich hab nicht gedacht dass ich so aufgeregt koennte oh mein gott
Und glaube ich dass jedermann hast mir so aufgeregt schon gesehen
Ich wuensche mir, dass jeder konnte verstehen aber das kann ich nicht steuern.
nach ungarn, und jetzt nicht nur in meine Traueme *~*
“Please — consider me a dream.”
– Franz Kafka (via proustitute)
“Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via trusimplicity)
Deepest secret
(via killer-silence)
April 2013
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
