“Summer kisses, winter tears That’s what she gave to me; …Happy hours, lonely years..”
— Elvis Presley, Summer Kisses, Winter Tears
Otras cosas curiosas
I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via gosh)
“I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.”
—
(via bohemiofilosofico)
She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.
Pierce Brown, Red Rising (via wordsnquotes)
I don’t just miss you on the bad days –
yes, I miss you on the days soundtracked
by too much sleep and playlists
saturated in midnight blue
but also on the days
when I discover a new song
to play on repeat
as I dance around my room
soft light stroking
the whispering walls
creating
a bubbling blue
atmosphere.
- Kristen Costello
me: wow i woke up pretty early for once! i have so much extra time to d-
me: *goes back to sleep*
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Ernest Hemingway
(via help-n-quotes)
(via help-n-quotes)
me everyday from 6am to 8 at night: uugggghhhh i want to sleep
me at midnight: time to do!!! things!!! yeeeeee!!!!!!!