I can’t be in the company of someone who thinks he knows everything.
― Unknown (via kushandwizdom)
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
― (via soulsscrawl)
Cold, I was, like snow, like ivory.
I thought He will not touched me,
but he did.
I thought He will not touched me,
but he did.
― Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of Pygmalion’s Bride
(via soulsscrawl)
(via soulsscrawl)
…несериозни хора да изискват от другите да бъдат сериозни…
― (някъде в мислите ми) incredible-beast (via incredible-beast)
Най-съвършеното нещо в живота ми е това между мен и теб.
― (via things–i–never–said)
Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person will make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you. It can only come from you.
― (via allureable)