This is where the wildflowers are
She's got light on her face and life in her veins.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wandress, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.
Sometimes the feelings inside of me get messy like dirt. And I like to clean things. Pretend the dirt is the feelings. This floor is my mind. That is called coping.  Suzanna Warrenn (Crazy Eyes), Orange is the New Black (via feellng)
私を殺した私心。
My own heart killed me. Dir en Grey (via hefuckin)
I’m awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love” The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937”. (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term? Nicholas SparksThe Last Song (via feellng)
Non avec elle s’était différent parce qu’elle était différente. (via madoucesouffrance)
People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past. Nicholas SparksThe Rescue (via feellng)