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February 28, 2013 / Chelsea, NY by Amanda Jas


February 28, 2013 / Chelsea, NY by Amanda Jas

❝ I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.

— Henry Rollins  (via exoticwild)

(Fonte: in-finitus)

❝ I tell you, it’s strange. When I’m like this I just want to be alone. I want to stay in my own room. I’m like a cat.

— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)

❝ For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.

— Lavon Curtis (via cavum)

(Fonte: spiritualseeker)

❝ …and you know the picture is incomplete but it can stand for itself
and who are you to ask for more, who are you to insist on hunger?

— Conchitina Cruz, from Morning (via violentwavesofemotion)

❝ Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of?

— R.J Anderson, Ultraviolet  (via dolenti)

(Fonte: baker-94)


It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

— It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

❝ I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.

— Haruki Murakami (via uglypnis)

❝ This is a subtle Truth.
Whatever you Love, you are.

— Rumi (via wordsnquotes)

❝ That’s what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

— Haruki Murakami,1Q84 (via uglypnis)

❝ Nobody owns anybody. I just thought, that we are something special.

— Charles Bukowski (via adderalldust)

So we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

Until We Bleed || Kleerup feat. Lykke Li

(Fonte: melancholiafactory)

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❝ I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

— Vincent Van Gogh (via slanting)


And the hard
I ever feared to
can now be said:

I love

— Charles Bukowski   (via myarmisnotalilactree)

(Fonte: honeyforthehomeless)

❝ It pays to keep an open mind, but not so open your brains fall out.

— Carl Sagan (via lanciare)

(Fonte: snorlaxatives)