“if i could step out of my body and see myself from another view would I recognize myself? would I see everything that I think is so wrong?”
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It’s a funny thing about happiness. You can strive and strive and strive to be happy, but happiness will sneak up on you in the most peculiar ways. I feel happy suddenly. I don’t know why. Some days, the way the light strikes things. Or for some beautifully immature reason like finding myself running to the kitchen to make myself some toast. Happiness comes to me even on a bad day. In very, very strange ways.
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka
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I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.
Franz Kafka , Advocates
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me: *catches myself being judgmental*
me to me: i did not raise u this way
Anonymous asked:
I feel like nothing and everything and the same time. I want to kill myself but I also want to live like there's no tomorrow. I want to cry and I also want to laugh. You make me happy. I like your poems a lot. I've tried writing kike you but I'm not as good.
pianoetry answered:
Why write like me when you can write like you?
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
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