I don't believe in a beginning and an end, I see things as a circle, that goes on and on forever, everything is and will be possible.

Humility is perfect quietness of heart. It is to expect nothing, to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. 

At 23, I've learnt that if there were to be anything i could do that would tide me through the tough times. And with minimal collateral damage to the people around me, it's this:

- Silence is a virtue, a strength in character. Sometimes people care, but not enough to heal your hurt, in the right way. Or they just don't know how.
- Patience. I could ( Read more... )

I will remember the kisses,
our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try ( Read more... )

It’s not something that develops over time. It is something that happens instantaneously. It coarses through you like the water of a river after a storm. Filling you and emptying you all at once. You feel it throughout your body. In your hands. In your heart. In your stomach. In your skin. Have you ever felt this way about someone? If you have to ( Read more... )

Don't build your relationships based on lies and deceit.

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Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and ( Read more... )

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

- Charles Bukowski