Yvonne's Stuff

“…All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them.”
— Kim Addonizio (via observando)
“He doesn’t have to say it, i feel it too; it’s not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once, loud and clanging, hungry ones and tiny, happy, chiming ones, all of them sounding off in this moment. I put my hands around his neck, pull him to me, and then he’s kissing me hard and so deep, and i am flying, sailing, soaring…”
Jandy NelsonThe Sky is Everywhere (via feellng)
“To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.”
Elizabeth GilbertCommitted: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage (via feellng)

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castleforeverx:

YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

This belongs more on Facebook than it does on tumblr.

i think you’re missing out on some of tumblr then… but it should be on facebook too, it should be on every social media site!

What I mean is that people on tumblr seem better at sympathy and know how to treat others but there’s a lot of homophobic people and swagfags who blame rape victims for what happened to them on Facebook.

(Source: ikantenggelem, via x-littlewolf-x)

The street lamps paint the night an eerie orange. The stars, spattered across the moonless night, struggle against the urban sky.

The bus is empty. there’s something serene about traveling cross town on the last bus of the night. The imaginary veil feels thin against my skin. I can picture the scene in a movie. The filters they’d use and angles the camera take. It plays out in my head. Filling the otherwise empty night.

I already regret leaving. But I can’t play pretend and hide away from life everyday. Sometimes I have to visit it and feed it. Make sure it continues.

I cross the street. No headlights in sight. I don’t think they’ll mind if I jay walk right now. Sounds are crisper and carry better. Even my own foot steps tap-tap on the pavement. I’m not in a hurry. But then nothing at this time of night ever is.

“I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.”
— Jeff Buckley, on moving to New York   (via slayr)

(Source: jeffs-buckley, via thewillothewisps)

“I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.”
— George Gissing (via observando)