youth is wasted on the young

I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

 i need more help than i’ll ever admit or show to anyone. 

                          guard my soul while i resolve myself. please  

no more

some people look for love in all the wrong places,

they look in the places where everyone has already looked and found love

so people think that it will be the same for them

but what i don’t think they realise is

if you want to fall in love you have to make it a unique love

you can’t mimic the love of others before you

you can’t expect love to be simple like it is for some people

you need to make your own love

your own way

without following any rules

i don’t know much, but if there’s one thing i know,

it’s that love has absolutely no rules,

no boundaries,

no guidelines,

it is what it is to you,

it’s a subjective feeling that only you can really understand

and no matter what,

you cannot share the feeling of love.

you can share ideas of love,

but what you feel when you see that one person walk into a room,

what your heart does when someone says their name,

what your mind does when they enter it,

what you think when you’re lying in a tangled mess in bed together,

nobody can understand that.

“Sometimes you have a dream. And you get involved, you believe in it, you love it. In the morning when you open your eyes, the two worlds are still confused. The brilliance of the light blurs the faces of the night. You’d like to remember, you’d like to hold them back. But they slip between your fingers, the brutal reality of day drives them away. What did I dream about, you ask yourself? What was it happened? Who was I kissing? Who did I love? What was I saying and what was I told? That you find you’re left with a vague regret for all those things that were or seemed to have been. You no longer know what it was that was there all around you.”

Exit the King (via fuckyeahgreatplays)

when you have no hope left what keeps you waking up every morning? what keeps you from breaking down every minute? 
although you may have lost hope, someone somewhere is waiting for you, and it’s their hope, their pull that keeps you holding on and although you may not know it, you will change someones life. 
so even when you feel you have nothing to live for, remember there is always someone living,
                                                                            just for you 

“or perhaps a widow found him and took him in: bought him an easy chair, changed his sweater every morning, shaved his face until the hair stopped growing, took him faithfully to bed with her every night, whispered sweet nothing’s into what was left of his ear, laughed with him over black coffee, cried with him over yellowing pictures, talked greenly about having kids of her own, began to miss him before she became sick, left him everything in her will, thought of only him as she died, always knew he was fiction but believed in him anyway.”

university taught me how to nap better than ever 

university taught me how to nap better than ever 

please don’t say you love me cause i might not say it back