28th of june
Tha'er | 22 | Palestinian
…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

Chuck KlostermanKilling Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via joydyvision)
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Chuck Klosterman - Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story  (via carlowski)
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Franz Kafka

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I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

de Maupassant, Guy. Paris Tales.  (via wordsnquotes)
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via splitterherzen)
Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

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All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven   (via seulray)
I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.

Celine, Before Sunset   (via closedforprayer)
But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, & you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want nothing but paint.

Vincent van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)
I tell you, it’s strange. When I’m like this I just want to be alone. I want to stay in my own room. I’m like a cat.

Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)

You drink about it, smoke about it, don’t talk about it.

Ella Eyre  (via closedforprayer)
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