February 2012
392 posts
“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely...”
– Charles Bukowski (via saddest-summer)
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow...”
– Pablo Neruda (via searchingfor-peace)
“I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some...”
– Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)
“A long nightmare begins the moment I open my eyes.”
– Zico (via -warmtea)
So glad this just came up again...
awelltraveledwoman:
“If I can endure for this minute whatever is happening to me, no matter how heavy my heart is or how dark this moment might be, if I can but keep on believing what I know in my heart to be true: that darkness will fade with the morning and that this will pass away too, then nothing can ever disturb me or fill with uncertain fear, for as sure as night brings dawning, my...
