Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via kaylaaanicole)
The heart has its reasons that reason cannot know.
Blaise Pascal (via leslieseuffert)
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
Neil Gaiman (via junglemusk)
It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
In the Frame: My Life in Words and Pictures (via suhos)
I have a theory that there are still parts of our mental worlds that are still based around the age of between five and eight, and we just kind of pretend to be grown-up. I think our essence is there in a much more powerful way when we’re children, and if you’re lucky enough to be treated reasonably well, and can hang onto who you are, you do have that at your core for the rest of your life. I guess that’s what I meant, really: it’s not that I actually think of myself as a little girl, but she is right in my core.
Kate Bush, 2011 (source)
Forget about the bad times, remember all the good times, hold your head up high, and break away.
Donna Summer, “Breakaway”
Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.
Papaji (via the-century)