Sometimes you find someone so beautiful, so hurt, that you can’t figure out if one is the reason for the other. All you knowis that you wish you could hurt instead; take all their pain and make it your own. And so you make yourself suffer just to be a little closer.
Continued: Closer (via prisonofself)
I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.
Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno (via c-oquetry)
I know my being happy is an anomaly. No one knows me better than you. But I can say without avoiding your gaze, without crossing my fingers behind my back; or the other things I do when speaking untruthfully—I am happy. I know the rain does not discriminate between day or night and either will hold its own light and dark—but now, at this very moment, I feel like I am the sun. And I know in my heart, I will always look upon this time—not without a sense of melancholy—that it was the happiest in my life.
Lang Leav (via lovequotesrus)
Kindness should become the natural way of life, not the exception.
Gautama Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
That’s what real love amounts to—letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your presence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act—and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
Jim Morrison (via hplyrikz)
I think the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let go of everything, and even when you’re at your worst, they still like you, they still want to speak to you and care about you.
Unknown (via psych-facts)