Unconditional love
You name the drama and I'll play the part.

"I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW! I’m lost! I’m scared! I feel like I’m disappearing! MY SKIN’S COMING OFF! I’M GETTING OLD! Nothing makes any sense to me! NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE!"— Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
(9:04pm)
"Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself."— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via pocket-full-of-stones)
(11:27pm)
"You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks."— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart”  (via feur)

(via feur)
(11:16am)
fariedesign: no one is alone forever..right?

fitoraemusic:

Daughter // Lifeforms

But you, you always find another place to go

(Oh you) you always find another womb to grow

♬ 255 plays
Susan Sontag writes:

thebodyasconduit:

Photography is the only major art in which professional training and years of experience do not confer an insuperable advantage over the untrained and inexperienced — this for many reasons, among them the large role that chance (or luck) plays in the taking of pictures, and the bias toward the spontaneous, the rough, the imperfect.

(7:28pm)
"You shall not twist my bones
into a star’s shape, nor plant my hair
as roots for the dreams of the living;
and if you open my heart
and run your poet’s fingers
over its walls and cushions
you will find it is like yours,
dark."— Lisel Mueller, from “Noli Me Tangere”  (via atramentum)

(via poetryandstones)
(3:34pm)
"‘So, you also love life?’
‘Yes, I also love life, what of it?’
‘Yet you’ve resolved to shoot yourself.’
‘So what? Why together? Life’s separate, and that’s separate. Life is, and death is not at all.’"— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Demons (via blacktout)

(via pocket-full-of-stones)
(3:33pm)
sallymurphy: John Green


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