Desiderata

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

—Brian Andreas (via m-1-n-t)

(Source: ellen94, via chanelbagsandcigarettedrags)

Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via insaneisonlyanidea)

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Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it’s all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I’m attending here is a show with another set. And the show I’m attending is myself.

—Fernando Pessoa (via misswallflower)

You’re always begging things to love you as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them - You don’t want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere.

—D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via corona-borealis)

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