Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
|—||Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via conoiseur)|
I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything.
|—||David Lynch (via oij)|
Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
|—||Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via larmoyante)|
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice.
|—||Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via skeletales)|
People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
|—||William H. Woodwell Jr. (via fawun)|
My human capabilities aren’t sufficient enough to help translate what my soul wants to express.
|—||JMC (via jmceo)|
We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection.
|—||Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)|
Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.
Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t know; maybe we just wouldn’t feel real. What’s that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
|—||Meredith Grey. (via crashingfromreality)|
Chanel Haute Couture SS14oh what the hell look at how perfect that eyeliner is and how it stays in place what magic did she use for that