The strangest thing just happened to me. I was walking to my class and, usually, I can hear cars passing by and I can hear other peoples’ footsteps and pieces of their conversations, but I was walking to class and everything just went completely silent. At first, I thought my ears popped or something, so I swallowed a bunch of times to see if that helped, and nothing changed. Everything was just muted. There were no people around and I could only barely hear the wind. Cars were almost silent as they passed by, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. It wasn’t a lonely silence, or an echoing silence, it was the kind of silence that felt clean. New. It felt like I wasn’t myself, like I was some person who had never made a mistake before, and I was walking in a body that wasn’t a body, to a place that wasn’t a place. I hope this makes sense. Has this ever happened to you? It’s like you’re walking and all of a sudden the quiet just finds you and holds your head in its hands and whispers “listen." It was like I could hear the ground, and I could hear my voice inside my head. I felt so loved, so solitary, so completely surrounded by an energy that cared for me, and it was beautiful because it ended so fast. By the time I caught my breath, it was gone. Maybe it was fairies.
Anonymous asked: does he love you?
No. But he likes my eyes. So I guess that’s something.
"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colours went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them."
The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides (via thisisyourhighpriestessacidowl)
"I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worse kind of wanting."
David Levithan, Love is the Higher Law (via frommanhattantothemoon)
one day i will
a book to you,
and it will be
because that’s all you
- “insert blank here”, hafsa atique
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Nobody’s going to save you.
No one’s going to cut you down
cut the thorns around you.
No one’s going to storm
the castle walls nor
kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you
onto the white steed.
There is no one who
will feed the yearning.
Face it. You will have
to do, do it yourself.
Gloria Anzaldúa; excerpt from Letting Go (via notmanetstype)
The Story of the Sun,the Moon,and the Stars