"She didn’t understand that. “How can anyone be afraid of love?”
“How can they not?” His face was completely aghast. “When you love someone… truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out. It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?"

Sherrilyn KenyonDevil May Cry (via feellng)

"I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up."

Keith Haring (via poetry-and-insomnia)


Javert’s suicide is one of my favorite parts in all of les mis. It’s so beautiful and his voice is amazing.

"The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth’s dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart."

Rabindranath Tagore (via feellng)

been having a deep urge to explore abandoned places lately;

because even abandoned things can be beautiful.