My heart is overthrown.

My heart is overthrown.

I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn.

— Henry Rollins

Goodbye love. You’ll never be far from thought.

(via thechocolatebrigade)

And out of the ashes, I intend to rise.

Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I’m getting at? I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did she find that one last tender place to sink her teeth in?

— Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)

vintageanchor:

“Books to the ceiling,Books to the sky,My pile of books is a mile high.How I love them! How I need them!I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.”
—Arnold Lobel

vintageanchor:

“Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.”

—Arnold Lobel

(via thewaragainstreality)

So let us melt and make no noise
No tear floods nor sigh-tempests move;
Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity of our love.

— John Donne, A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning.

(Source: ceciliaanneknapp, via thewaragainstreality)

I can’t help it, I love the broken ones, The ones who need the most patching up, the ones who’ve, never been loved. Maybe I see a part of me in them, the missing piece always trying to fit in, the shattered heart hungry for a home. No you’re not alone.

— Dia Frampton (via tiffunnyyay)

(Source: liberatedwolf)

(Source: taylobeth, via nocturnaleclipse)

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

— John Irving (via thechocolatebrigade)

(Source: thetvscreen, via thechocolatebrigade)

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