“Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.”

— Michel Foucault   (via quotemadness)

“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.”

— Leila Sales

“Everything has changed and yet, I am more than I’ve ever been.”

— Iain Thomas; I Wrote This For You (via goodreadss)

i thought everything was kinda calm but turns out i’m just ignoring every single one of my problems

this really touched me

“People fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? I wonder how they manage it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via books-n-quotes)

"I'm always at war with the person I am and the person I want to become, between the things that catch my attention and the things I want focus on."

Lunas-worlds-blog

I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.

Della Hicks-Wilson

If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Bob Marley

“I tried to tell myself how you wouldn’t matter in ten years, maybe five. But then I realized that I don’t want that. I don’t want you not to matter in ten or five years. I always want you to mean something and to be a part of my life. I don’t want you part of my past. I want you part of my present, my future, my every day of being here in this world. I want to spend every second of my life with you. Let it just be with you.”

— P.G.G

From what I can tell, morality is a word. Nothing more. There are the things people do when others are watching and the things we do when they aren’t.

Stephanie Kuehn, Charm & Strange (via books-n-quotes)

“His hands fall, touch the small of her back habitually, subtle, yet powerful enough for me to understand that his heart is already taken, and that my hands, cold on iron folding chairs, are colored hopelessly unrequited.”

— V.I.P.P.