“I want in fact more of you.
In my mind
I am dressing you with light;
I am wrapping you up
of complete acceptance
and then I give myself to you.
I long for you;
I who usually long
as though I am unconscious
in neutrality and apathy,
long for every
of you.”—Franz Kafka (via hellanne)
all the time
I have and
than all the time
and most of all
I’d like to have
all the time
just for you,
in you.”—Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via glseagull)
“The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.”—Helen Mirren (via chasseurseul)
“Sometimes when all had gone silent, and the world seemed to sleep, He would just look at Her until His eyes hurt. When He looked at Her, He would get a knot in the back of His throat; She was so beautiful to Him, that it was painful. It was a pain that never seemed to go away because Her beauty never seemed to fade. So He sat there and stared at Her, hoping that He would never have to live a day without looking at Her.”—
“They were at a party with friends, the room was lit with a soft glow from candles that littered the table; and warmed with the laughter of all who was there. For a moment, as everyone seemed to be swept away in the charm of the season, they looked at each other. She loved the glint in His eye, as if to say “I only see you.” and He loved the way She smiled, as if everything they had ever loved led to that moment. It was comforting to have that moment that they could call their own, it was almost too much. The years of wanting and waiting all seemed to wash away in the glow of present joy and friendship. Each smile that She sent Him seemed to remind Him of a future that had not happened yet, but would come to pass; and She saw it too, in that wonderful glint that came from His eyes, She saw happiness and love.”—
“One thing’s for sure: if you decide to be courageous and sane, if you decide not to overspend or overcommit or overschedule, the healthy people in your life will respect those choices. And the unhealthy people in your life will freak out, because you’re making a choice they’re not currently free to make. Don’t for one second let that stop you. Either I can be here, fully here, my imperfect, messy, tired but wholly present self, or I can miss it- this moment, this conversation, this time around the table, whatever it is- because I’m trying, and failing, to be perfect, keep the house perfect, make the meal perfect, ensure the gift is perfect. But this season I’m not trying for perfect. I’m just trying to show up, every time, with honesty and attentiveness.”—Shauna Niequist ‘Bread & Wine’ (via unembellishedthought)
“It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.”—Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi (via perfect)
“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via rachellgmh)
All Her life She had wanted to have someone that She could go to, to crawl into the center of and let all of Her secrets rest. She wanted someone that She could love and be loved by. She wanted to stay up late and have deep conversations with. She wanted to play all Her favorite songs with someone until they became their favorite songs.
She wanted to share life with someone, it was that simple. She knew it was coming, it was the waiting that seemed to take the most from Her, but it never kept Her down; She was too strong for that.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”—