She wanted to find a way to love them in death, because she forgot how to love them in life.
Sherman Alexie, Reservation Blues (via feellng)
There is always something left to love.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via teenager90s)
Princess Tuvstarr still stares at the water looking for her heart – John Bauer, c. 1913
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity.
I have forgotten
There’s an awful lot in the way you feel.
[They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars — on stars where no human race is.]
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
[I love you. Remember.] They cannot take it.
[Ask the moon.]
Ask what it has witnessed.
Even the stars we see
are only a kind of memory,
already dead for years.
14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?