There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything
the sound of high heels on the pavement as you walk is the ultimate power trip, like you could be buying milk or on your way to assassinate someone
Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.
— Joyce Carol Oates (via observando)
When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.