Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I‘ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting.

— Sarah Ockler, Fixing Delilah (via larmoyante)

fuckyeahbostonterriers:
firsttimeuser: Arthur de Carvalho. Young dancers, Java, circa 1930
It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.

— Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)

(via girlwithoutwings)

You dumb bastard. It’s not a schooner… it’s a Sailboat.
troubled: Ruby James
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me.

— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via floralnymph)

resonantfrequencies: my friends nina and boris, acroyoga teachers and beautiful, inspiring humans…currently teaching in sweden :)