“Midnight is near. I’m no one, no one’s, / worn out by the spectre of life,”— Innokenty Annensky, from Winter Sky; The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry (ed. by Robert Chandler, Irina Mashinski, Boris Dralyuk) (via megairea)
you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
"Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?"
"I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you talk about. You can talk about anything and everything."
— (via bled)
You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much.
take a moment to look at stars and realise nothing matters. problems are futile. the planets spin and life goes on. you are your own celestial being
