i dream of flying.
and i dream of dying with a smile on my face.
“When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, that’s when you know you’ve healed.”— Unknown
(via bohemian-rhapsody1946)
Tumblr isn’t social media, it’s a habit. Like smoking. We’re all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.
(via celestial-silence)
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
—Haruki Murakami
(via teachingliteracy)
“Nismo se tražili, samo smo se našli. A sada tako nađeni kao da se opet tražimo. Možda je to smisao ljubavi, ta lepota neizvesnosti. Čekanje na nedočekano, nadati se u beznađu, grliti se bez zagrljaja, ljubiti se bez poljubaca, prožimati se u mislima… I spoznaja da smo tu negde. Tako blizu a tako daleko.”
Đorđe Balašević
A sto nismo blize…
(via blue-dreamer)