A Grid of Panic, A Graph of Chaos

I Never Change, I Simply Become More Myself...


September 7, 2014

You attract the right things when you have a sense of who you are.

Amy Poehler  (via miss-isabel)


Cover You Up - Real Friends (x)

I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.

 Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass  (via larmoyante)

Here I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.

Vladimir Nabokov, “Beneficience” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (via larmoyante)

If I loved you I would have written differently.

Alice Munro, “Too Much Happiness” (via larmoyante)

Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)

Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.

Lu Xun (via larmoyante)

I really cannot get my head around it; everyone wants to solve problems, everyone is interested in preventing pain from happening; everyone is almost obsessively focused in some ideal idea of happiness acquisition. And I am alone: I am in love with sorrow, I am in love with the problematic labyrinths I often find myself in. I am in love with it all.

Alfred De Musset (via larmoyante)

Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.

Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via larmoyante)


'What happens when people open their hearts?'
‘They get better.’

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)

You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

Ofelia in Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

Such a good movie if watched in Spanish!!!

I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.

Beatrice Sparks, Go Ask Alice (via larmoyante)

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via larmoyante)