"To get born, your body. makes a pact with death, and from that moment, all it tries to do is cheat."

måneskin as my four last braincells trying to keep it together

“Some things just change from one day to the next and suddenly everything is different. You look back and fail to understand when and how things got so out of hand. Because sometimes you wake up in the morning and you no longer feel the same way you did the day before. There’s no explanation for it. There’s no reason. And at first it probably doesn’t even make sense. It scares you. It scares you how you can go from being head over heels for a person or an idea or a plan to not caring anymore in the space of a night. Because this hollowness in your stomach, the numbness in your chest - this indifference is worse than anger or sadness. Because you can barely recall why it ever mattered to you in the first place. You can replay the memories in your head but they’ll be fading, soon to be nothing more than empty frames that lose their meaning. And you wonder why it had to happen, why things couldn’t stay the same. Reliable and repetitive like clockwork. Because that’s not how feelings work. They come and they go and they act up when you could do without them. But that’s how you get through this, as you get through anything: you take your time, you let go, you move on and all the while you heal. And before you know it, you’ve grown.”

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)

Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?

“You’ve lost someone and it hurts. I am not here to tell you that it’ll be better in two weeks, or a month, or a year. I won’t tell you that you’re in pain right now, but that it’ll fade in time. I won’t tell you that you’ll get over it soon. I won’t say that the sun will still rise tomorrow and that a good night’s sleep can change anything. I won’t say that others have it worse, or that you have to get a grip on yourself or tell you to stop crying. I won’t tell you any of these things - they won’t help you. Instead I am telling you now to take your time. To keep in mind that everybody lets go, moves on and heals at their own pace and that no one will ever understand your struggles like you do. Some people need a week, others need two years. Just promise me one thing: whenever you feel ready to do so, pick yourself up off the ground, and if you can’t do it on your own, let others help you. Allow your friends and people you trust to hold your hand along the way. Take tiny steps. Take a few steps back, if you have to. Don’t hold back the tears. Move at your own pace, no matter what anyone tells you. But move. Don’t stand still, promise me that you won’t. Don’t do it for me. Don’t do it for them. Do it for yourself. You’ve lost someone and it hurts, I know. I am here to tell you that you’re going to be okay, no matter how long it takes you to feel that way.”

“Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.”

a mini collection of playlists about love, heartbreak, friendship, moving on etc. all you need to get through the cursed day that is february 14th. 

“Missing you comes in waves and tonight I am drowning.”