wanderlust

Beware of undertaking too much at the start. Be content with quite a little. Allow for accidents. Allow for human nature, especially your own.

—Arnold Bennett (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via kaadri)

no matter how hard they tried they
just couldn’t find anybody exactly like
you. and neither can
i.

—Charles Bukowski, Barfly from The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain. (via petrichour)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via kaadri)

Burn all of your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.

Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.

Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven’s light
can compare to how bright you can burn.

Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.

This is the art of
living with a ticking heart — a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.

This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how
I kept you alive.

Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you’ve ever
said, everything that you’ve never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.

—Shinji Moon, “Advice From Dionysus” (via petrichour)

(Source: commovente, via kaadri)

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

—Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via kaadri)

‘Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.’

—Henry Miller (via warzonetourism)

(via kaadri)

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

—Natalie Goldberg (via hypotheses)

(Source: hellanne, via kaadri)

You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else

—Daniel Franzese (via myprivateopera)

(Source: thatkindofwoman, via kaadri)