Between the Bars

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via passingfox)

I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.

—Henry Rollins  (via bloodisthenewblackk)

(Source: elodieeye, via bloodisthenewblackk)

“what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.”
Charles Bukowski

(Source: Spotify)