Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.
Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time
Warsan Shire
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
Virginia Woolf
Franz Kafka
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights
Margaret Atwood
I'd cut my hands on a paring knife if it meant he'd be happy and full of sliced persimmons. I'd happily bleed for him and wouldn't even care, so long as he's okay.
I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena
The fact that music exists, makes life bearably worth living.
“To remember everything”
What a blessing…and
Ohh! What a curse.
You are not understanding the silence;
and I'm out of words now.
"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."
~ Frida Kahlo
It's so out of the way how a single person is missing for you and the whole world feels empty.
Why is it always 'ILY' and never 'You have bewitched me; body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.'
Me at 2AM: letting my head spin with all the stories and scenarios from the romance novels I've ever read, knowing nobody's gonna love me the same way.
At that phase of truly, madly and deeply in love with you, where you can say anything, unwrap the worst things you have done and I will not abandon you!
That smile across the hall...
God!!!!
It will forever have my heart.
'A girl who loves to read books'
🤝
'A guy who takes her to bookstore dates'
Why is it 'WYD?' and never 'come on, let's watch the moon together.'