"She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence."
- Extremely Loud, Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via shesinacoma, inmyskin)
"She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence."
- Extremely Loud, Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via shesinacoma, inmyskin)
booksvscigarettes: n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations. (Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows)
the bends
Lucille Ball (for jennyrey.tumblr.com)
(Source: e-pic, via theniftyfifties)
Meet me in Montauk.
(Source: petitelle, via shesinacoma)
"Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose the lions all get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will Time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know."
- “If I could tell you” by W. H. Auden (via growing-orbits)
(via theuglyearring)
"This morning, with her, having coffee."
- Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise (via ratak-monodosico)
(via theuglyearring)
"Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it."
- David Foster Wallace
(Source: uponswallows, via booksvscigarettes)
