"My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book Of Hours (via easymomentsandobsession)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via journalofanobody)
"There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes."
- The Road, Cormac McCarthy (via autobibliography)
(Source: stannisbaratheon, via christinasanantonio)