Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. Sometimes it hurts, but when you are Real you don’t mind being hurt. It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. Once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. Once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.
When she lets you in to the cracks and scars of the past, it’s time to ask a question: do you love her or do you love the idea of her? There is a difference and it’s already past time to know it.
h.s. (via soulfire)
I often wonder about this, and especially when I listen to the John Mayer song that also poses the same question, ‘Is it you, or the thought of you, that I love’
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
|—||Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via simply-quotes)|
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
|—||Mitch Albom (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)|
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
|—||Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover (via stephanericherthanyou)|
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
|—||Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via creatingaquietmind)|
I cannot be other than what I am, and I am the choices of all my days.
|—||Lauren Kate, Passion (via wordsnquotes)|