It was “too perfect” we were bond to fuck up someday, i hope you understand that..

I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.
by Marco, Starting Over Again (via psych-facts)


Every kid should be this appreciative

That’s my child right there.
I desire nothing, seek nothing but peace, the slumber of the soul. I have tasted all the hollowness and wretchedness of life and I despise it heartily. Whoever has lived and thought cannot but, in his soul, despise humanity. Activity, cares, worries, distractions - I am sick of them all. I wish for nothing, I seek nothing. I have no aim, for one gains that which one is eager for - and sees that it is all illusion. My joyous days have passed. I have cooled to them. In the educated world, amidst human beings, I feel the disadvantages of life too strongly, but alone, far from the crowd, I turn to stone. In this trance anything can happen, I see neither others nor myself. I do nothing and do not notice the actions either of others or myself - and I am at peace, I am indifferent. There can be no happiness for me, and I will not succumb to unhappiness.
by Ivan Goncharov, The Same Old Story (via feellng)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
by Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (via hqlines)

Secrets of the sea [via/more] By Tramont Ana