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Never Leave | xxyyxx

this city is beautiful and burning and bright, yet last night was tragedy and horns. i am within beauty and without sentiment. 

i’ve forgotten how to love. 

learning that you are small and dull in relation to the stars that shape you life, realizing that you are just a small fleck on an invariably unchanging rock, realizing that you are a small strand of the body on those you love….

someone told me recently that “the growing pains in the 20s are painful.” i never knew they would come so fast. 

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

(Source: girlinlondon)

the people sitting next to me in this coffee bean have a cup of cold coffee resting on the corner of their table and instead are drinking from an almost empty liter bottle of a brightly colored drink. they’re eating food from a cup with a fork and have eyelids that look like tree branches. their skin is pale yet their eyes are bright. my headphones make their conversation inaudible, but they’re far from quiet. they fill this room with their discussions yet their expressions are empty and exhausted.  

a presumingly heterosexual couple that looks at least five years younger than myself just walked in. the presumed guy’s arm was around the presumed girl’s waist and they kissed at least five times before they found themselves at the cashier. she’s now looking at tea while he gently caresses her arm. she looks upset. 

i want to write novels about strangers.

Tell me what you see vanishing and I will tell you who you are.
W.S. Merwin, “For Now” (via journalofanobody)