"I’m talking about real influence now. I’m talking about the moon and the tide."
Raymond Carver, “Fires” (via writethatshitdown)
(Source: amazon.com)
I don’t know what it always was with us. We chose our words and drew our lines and there was just no way a house could hold the two of us.
"Cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
The less I needed
the better I
felt." Charles Bukowski, “Let It Enfold You” (via larmoyante)
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
The less I needed
the better I
felt." Charles Bukowski, “Let It Enfold You” (via larmoyante)
"And in the beginning, my lungs had too much air in them, whenever you were near, like I could never breathe out enough. And in the end, my throat closed, whenever you were far, like I could never breathe in again."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
"She was so much a personality and so little anything else that even staring straight at her he had no idea what she really looked like."
Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections (via honeyforthehomeless)
"I know there was something before you. I just can’t remember what it was."
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)
"Sometimes I am out of touch; but go on."
Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 16 February 1930. (via violentwavesofemotion)
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