No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
—Haruki Murakami, After the quake (via forgivethelost)
(Source: 690min, via raindropsandsunspots)
(Source: ifhelovesyou, via thehipsterkids)
our words are caught in our throats and our fingers are caught in each other, and between the ticks of infinite clocks there is a hush, like moonlight or moths’ wings or dawn.
—Madison Maheni (via beryl-azure)
(via word-digest)
(Source: i-moon-shine, via thetendernessofwolves)
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
—George Orwell (1984)
(Source: booksandnerds, via girlmeetsdream)
(via quote-book)
(via lostinthesounds)
(via thesecrethistory)
(Source: 2dpaintswatch, via girlmeetsdream)
(via thehipsterkids)
that girl keeps calling
in a voice like shattered
glass she says she wants
to write about your forearms
in a dead language
(Source: stillbirthed)
(Source: eatsleepdraw, via thehipsterkids)
