“Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.”
— Rumi (via stay-ocean-minded)

(via psych-facts)

books:

Save the date! Spread the word! And kick off the Brooklyn Book Festival and Bookends week with Tumblr, recommendedreading, penamerican, and buzzfeedbooks!
We’ll have Karl Ove Knausgård “My Struggle” Mad Libs with kickstarter at 8, dancing with DJ sammybananas at 9, and free drinks as long as they last.
Hope to see you there!

SOMEONE COME WITH ME

books:

Save the date! Spread the word! And kick off the Brooklyn Book Festival and Bookends week with Tumblr, recommendedreading, penamerican, and buzzfeedbooks!

We’ll have Karl Ove Knausgård “My Struggle” Mad Libs with kickstarter at 8, dancing with DJ sammybananas at 9, and free drinks as long as they last.

Hope to see you there!

SOMEONE COME WITH ME

I need to be more protective of my heart.

No more splattering life against the wall and seeing where it sticks
No more hope no more pushing where love is not wanted, not needed, not cherished, not desired, not trusted.

Just give up.

“Isn’t desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn’t the object always absent?”
Roland Barthes, from “absence,” in A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (Hill & Wang, 2010)

(via apoetreflects)

wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite
wussut:



What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite

wussut:

What is love?

Her definition was by far my favorite

(via hsym)

“In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.”
— Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries (via larmoyante)
“Millions of people are suffering: they want to be loved but they don’t know how to love. And love cannot exist as a monologue; it is a dialogue, a very harmonious one.”
— Osho (via psych-facts)