Queries, Inquiries, Bewilderments
Poetry
Nina, 16. Pensive, curious, idealistic. Absolutely full of wanderlust. I think people are delightful and strange and terrible all at once. Sometimes I don’t understand my own thoughts. I like reading and writing and talking.
Languages. Driving at night.. Eyelashes. Pablo Neruda. Winter. Frosted glass. Swimming. Stars. Poetry. Fences. Tall grass. Snow. Nutella. Windows. Fingers. Belle&Sebastian. Laughter. Glass. Butterflies. Rooftops. Endless rain. Dreams. Summertime. Seasons. Travel. Green eyes. California. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Wind. Roses. Trains. Teeth. The ocean. Spanish. Letters. The xx. Lavender. Crows. Autumn and Winter and Spring. Cities. Doodling. Octopi. Looking for Alaska. Pumpkins. September October November December. Notes. Smiling. Sunlight. Jurassic Park. Loneliness. Lemonade. Vlogbrothers. Chocolate. Desire. Sweetness. Fire. Fog. Nostalgia. Whispering. The moon. Sleep. Mumford&Sons. Soft lips. Geometric patterns. Iron&Wine. Peoplewatching. And a thousand things I haven’t discovered yet.
Poetry
Nina, 16. Pensive, curious, idealistic. Absolutely full of wanderlust. I think people are delightful and strange and terrible all at once. Sometimes I don’t understand my own thoughts. I like reading and writing and talking.
Languages. Driving at night.. Eyelashes. Pablo Neruda. Winter. Frosted glass. Swimming. Stars. Poetry. Fences. Tall grass. Snow. Nutella. Windows. Fingers. Belle&Sebastian. Laughter. Glass. Butterflies. Rooftops. Endless rain. Dreams. Summertime. Seasons. Travel. Green eyes. California. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Wind. Roses. Trains. Teeth. The ocean. Spanish. Letters. The xx. Lavender. Crows. Autumn and Winter and Spring. Cities. Doodling. Octopi. Looking for Alaska. Pumpkins. September October November December. Notes. Smiling. Sunlight. Jurassic Park. Loneliness. Lemonade. Vlogbrothers. Chocolate. Desire. Sweetness. Fire. Fog. Nostalgia. Whispering. The moon. Sleep. Mumford&Sons. Soft lips. Geometric patterns. Iron&Wine. Peoplewatching. And a thousand things I haven’t discovered yet.
All great and precious things are lonely.
I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have.
Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via novacaneforpain)
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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via lonely-teen)
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3 days ago
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You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via gosuto)
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