All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
|—||Edgar Allan Poe (via insanity-and-vanity)|
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
|—||Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via doubleana)|
what’s the difference?” i asked him. “between the love of your life, and your soulmate?”
“one is a choice, and one is not.”
|—||tarryn fisher, mud vein (via shaelii)|
Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Be curious.
|—||Stephen Hawking (via w-ildfires)|
Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it.
|—||Johnny Knoxville (via coconut-river)|
They wanna see you do good, but never better than them. Remember that.