marah

In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you—on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck—even then. And afterwards—perhaps most of all afterwards—I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I, and turn ourselves in such a way that we form one pattern, and solve the puzzle: draw a line from point A to point B…without looking, or, without lifting the pencil…or in some other way…we shall connect the points, draw the line, and you and I shall form that unique design for which I yearn. If they do this kind of thing to me every morning, they will get me trained and I shall become quite wooden.

—Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (via larmoyante)

One day

(via alltheprettythings)

I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

—Julie Delpy, Before Sunrise & Before Sunset: Two Screenplays  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: shesthecarr, via thatkindofwoman)

I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

—Michelle Williams  (via helloinblack)

(Source: properly-inappropriate, via raecharles0)

It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.

—Alexander Masters, A Life Backwards (via 99lions)