Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”— Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
“if your ever gonna find a four leaf clover your gonna have to get a little dirt on your hands, and if you wanna find a head that fits your shoulder, your gonna have to go to the dance, and if you wanna find the honey you cant be afraid of the bees”—silver lining, kacey musgraves
“Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it might be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.”—
“being away from someone is hard, because distance can poison your memory into a slowly fading process of forgetting. you’ll be less and less convinced all the great things were so great and you’ll forget how it feels to kiss him, how it feels to let him love you in the flesh. you’ll forget the high you experience through your intimate relationship and how it feels to not be able to forget how much he loves you because your right there, in the flesh, to experience it, let it warm you up, and reciprocate it. thats ecstasy.”—
“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”— Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via teenager90s)
“To be loved by a man, truly loved, made a woman feel as if she could burst. Of course, Lia was strong and could face the world on her own, but it involved a deeper strength, she felt, to give yourself to another. To trust someone with your heart was a gift…”—Melody Anne, Seduced (via quotes-shape-us)