"Oh I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t."

Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936
From The Love Letters of Dylan Thomas (via liquidnight)

I love you Dylan Thomas

dissociative-dreamland:

-Januz Miralles

(Source: hyena-culture-blog-blog)

goodpoetry:

goodpoetry:

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings

"social media eventually fosters a sense of self-loathing… unless you’re stupid, in which case you’re as happy as a pig in shit"

Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)

(via film247)

ikilledjackjohnson:

The xx - Heart Skipped A Beat

(Source: kate7in)

"To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything."

Joan Didion (via nomoreundead)

inourcircles:

iambillyshears:

wot.

? lol

(Source: soyatree)

(Source: itss-courtney)

"I feel like sometimes I’m in my own little world and you’re always next to me and I don’t know how you do it but you understand me."

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind (via loveyourchaos)

(Source: sighandrelease-blog)

poboh:

Couch on the Porch, Cos Cob, Frederick Childe Hassam. American Impressionist Painter (1859 - 1935)