M.A.K. *footnoted

“I remember lonely and
what it tasted like before
your name took root in my throat,
before everything reminded me of your mouth.
I don’t know how I lived that way.” Warsan Shire

(Source: bavarde)

“Isn’t it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don’t know what exactly, but it’s something you don’t mind so much not having at other times.” Kate L. Bosher (via youjustyou)

(Source: creatingaquietmind, via youjustyou)

“I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, my cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it..” Jonathan Safran Foer; Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.” Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via imfantasyparade)

(Source: quote-book)