"Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."
Chuck Klosterman (via m-uir)
"A passionate woman is worth the chaos."
I hate the fact I understand this! Because it ruins my life on a daily basis. Not being able to do eye make up. Not being able to take my clothes off without wanting to rip my skin off. Wanting to be able to let somebody play with my hair without being scared or just wanting to cry. Having to sit with it burning me and not being able to do anything about it.
"Before I am your daughter,
your aunt, niece, or cousin,
I am my own person,
and I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm."
(1/? Things To Remember)
"You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire."
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems (via observando)
"So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love— loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love.
She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for."
"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday."
Lemony Snicket (via with-drops-of-jupiter)
"What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak. It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us."
Bachelard, Poetics of Space