Going through life one lemon at a time
  • Rumi (via observando)
  • "There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.
    And a voice answered and said, ‘Who is there?’
    The lover replied, ‘It is I.’
    ‘Go hence,’ returned the voice;
    ‘there is no room within for thee and me.’
    Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,
    ‘Who is there?’
    He answered, ‘It is thou.’
    ‘Enter,’ said the voice, ‘for I am within."
  • The Canary

    "If you’re so far gone, and so irredeemable… then why would they know you by such a b e a u t i f u l name?”

    Broke my heart.

    (Source: sunshinesmoak, via you-havefailedthiscity)

  • Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray  (via undeadlife)

    (Source: tyresias, via plusquamhumana)

  • "I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them."
  • thefingerfuckingfemalefury:


    Comfort food.


    Unconditional love right there.

    (Source: tentacuddles, via blahblahgoaway)

  • conversations 1 (part 1 of 2) - A.S (via narcol-ptic)

    (via blahblahgoaway)

  • ""You know what the saddest thing is?" my mother asked,
    “You let him in. And you don’t do that with most people.”
    It’s true.
    I appear uncomplicated at first
    But I am a puzzle to be solved
    Because I will not give you all the pieces at once.
    You have to earn them
    by proving you won’t just throw them aside
    by proving you will hold my jig-saw mashup of hurts and
    help me hold them together when the pieces start slipping through my fingers.
    With you,
    you held in your hands all the pieces
    and instead of trying to fit them together
    you handed me more pieces,
    with jagged edges
    that don’t fit anywhere
    and left me
  • Rumi (via observando)
  • "

    And watch two men washing clothes,
    one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.

    Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there’s really only one work.



    There are cracks in your skin

    Where you let the demons in,

    And they bled                            for a while

    but now they’re closed,

    held by sewing pins.

    nine years later the stitches

    Started to itch, so you gave in

    undid the thread as you started to pick.

    Soon enough, as it always is, things began

    to unravel. You burnt your hand on spilled

    Coffee (black) and scraped your pale knees on

    knives you balance alone, stones you

    laid yourself.

    What hurt the most was not the pain,

    But the fear of losing what you’d gained.

  • Andrea Gibson (via medicenlimon)
  • "I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
  • alyssaemilie:

    this was worth reading

    (Source: , via ephemera-superstar)

  • poop.

    Hi my name is poop.