I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."
You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming."
Miles Walser, excerpt from “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via larmoyante)
the voice i'd walk through fire for
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?"
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via larmoyante)
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts."