There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.
Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via jewist)
Schlagwort: words
We used to be philosophers,
now you’re into business
and I’m all desperate.
we’re drifting apart and it breaks my fucking heart
Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust – of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold – smells of nothing.
Anna Akhmatova (via fernsandmoss)
an interesting math: the same ache, repeated, gets cuts in half in the morning, and doubled in the night.
My sorrow means nothing to the stars. My sadness is irrelevant to the galaxies inhabiting the greatness beyond. Yet I still cry, and pretend the heavens look upon me with pity.
The Light in the Sky 