Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via llogicas)
If you invite me to a party please make sure to have a cat or dog present so I have someone to hang out with.
I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself.
— Rita Mae Brown (via whitenes-s)
Fox found frozen solid in the ice on a lake in southern Sweden
it’s eyes are still open omg
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
— Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost (via pnko)
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
— Ellen Hopkins (via ileu)