“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”—Stephen King, “Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption” From Different Seasons (via liquidnight)
“If there was a time and a place to let go of this heart,
it’s right now, it’s always. It’s not fair, it still hurts.
I pretend that she asks: “do you know why stars shine?”
but I can’t tell her why.
Keep your head between your knees, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.
I’m trying not to breathe.
It’s all wrong, it still hurts, I’m still looking for the words.
It’s not fair, it’s not fair, I’m still waiting for my turn.
And I know that these words are the hardest ones to hear.
I still wish I was home, watching your hands move to mine.”—Penfold, Breathing Lessons. (via ruineshumaines)
“Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.”—Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” (via liquidnight)
Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via misswallflower)
“I tried to nap, but now my head was alive, was a toddler in a room full of new guests. It jumped and squealed and threw the books off the shelves. Yes I’m one of the slowest talkers you’ll ever meet but my head, when I have it and it’s not asleep or being borrowed, is not slow. My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and churns. And when it’s operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance-this is why people tell me secrets-my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound. These were filed near the front.”—Dave Eggers (via whiteknuckles)