dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without...– André Berthiaume (via kari-shma)
so tonight has been the night of my most successful omelette yet. fillings as follows: caramelized onions with smoked paprika sauteed pork with a hint of whiskey fried capers (don’t know if this is for everyone though - maybe substitute bacon bits?) oh and folded my omelette twice because my plate was tiny (double the layers!) omnomnoms. yummm.
All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else’s...– “Handle with Care” by Jodi Picoult (via julie911)
It’s a song of belonging that makes you belong just by hearing it, it’s a song...– Patrick Ness - The Knife of Never Letting Go (via thatquote)
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simple things in...– Eleanora Duse (via lovelyasadream)
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it...– Anais Nin (via kari-shma)
Death ends a life, not a relationship.– Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via girlwithoutwings)
kinnetics: do you ever get so platonically infatuated with someone that you just want to shower them with love and never stop but you’re afraid they’ll think you’re creepy and secretly start to judge you and no ssh stop all i want to do is love you
when left to my own devices
plainmyths: this is how my meals end up happening: breakfast: omelette with red&green peppers, onions, cauliflower, pork, smoked paprika and truffle seasalt. lunch: oatmeal with strawberries what how this makes no sense to me what next cookies for dinner? actually that doesn’t sound too bad… no cookies, but instead… nutella toast with sliced strawberries. >D
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate…
when left to my own devices
this is how my meals end up happening: breakfast: omelette with red&green peppers, onions, cauliflower, pork, smoked paprika and truffle seasalt. lunch: oatmeal with strawberries what how this makes no sense to me what next cookies for dinner? actually that doesn’t sound too bad…
Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what...– C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (via jjoongie)
oneofmanydays: 그게 아니고 (No, That’s Not It), 10cm
BIGBANG - Monster (Instrumental) just. press....
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.