Quotes added on Wednesday, May 3 2017



What separates
the wolf from the sheep
is not a matter of good or evil.

We all have teeth—
but only some of us
are willing to use them.

YOU EITHER BARE YOUR FANGS OR YOUR THROAT


 
nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky; it slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
 
I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it…it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.

—F Scott Fitzgerald | ‘The Great Gatsby’

 

Tell me,
How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?

                When you start to live outside yourself, it's all 
DanGerous.
Is that all you want to be? Liked?
Wouldn't you rather be passionately and voraciously desired?

When it comes to the people I care about, I can be quite the hypocrite. I’ll give you the hours during which I should be sleeping without hesitation. My eyelids saturated with fatigue, I’ll gladly watch the seconds tick away knowing that somehow this is helping you. But when it comes to me, I don’t want you to worry. You don’t need to help me climb out of the rubble I call my life. I’ll make it out somehow. Until I do, I’ll put a smile on my face for you. I’ll make sure it’s high quality, made from whatever amount of strength I could muster before stepping outside that morning. If I’m lucky, you won’t question the bags under my eyes or the way I seem to space out when my thoughts become too loud. If I’m lucky, my sadness will stay just that, mine. I know your arms are open, but sometimes I don’t want to trouble you with this body. Sometimes I just don’t want to be a burden.
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