Sweet Bitterness

This is me: 20 year old bisexual girl, love the color red and chocolate. I'm studying electric engeniere. Always listening to music. spanish, english and a little bit of turkish. I'm in love with words and i can't get away from my camera.

Sucede que un día de tantos, resulta imposible mantener la sonrisa en los labios. Resulta que un día cualquiera se desarman las ganas, se desparraman los sueños de los labios, sucede que de repente te encuentras hecho añicos en una calle cualquiera sin ganas de seguir caminado.

—Yolotenehua (dolor del corazón) - Yazheel YaoYoltzin (via yoltzin)

(via romantico-suicida)

they told it wrong -
i flew for the sun
as i would chase a lover

i was not lost, nor
reckless, simply
eager

and then -
he greeted me with
the only love he knew to give

and i swear, as i fell,
i saw him smile, and
as i sunk beneath the waves

i heard - come, love,
again, try once more -
my faith for you burns.

my love for you does not burn eternal, but it burns // s.t (via malghosties)

(Source: francisabernthy, via malghosties)

I’ve been reading a lot of myths lately, and I feel for the ones we’re telling stories about.
I wonder what Icarus must have felt when he took that first draft of air up into the clouds.
I wonder what Echo felt when she saw Narcissus for the first time.
Was Icarus free?
Was Echo in love?
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if they met.
You see, they know what it’s like to want something.
I wonder what Icarus felt when he tried to kiss the sun.
I wonder what Echo felt the moment Narcissus saw her.
Then Icarus touched the water and Echo vanished into the air, and I still wonder.
Why do I continue stretching out my hands when yours are closed?

—Sonnet for the Young and Wanting - C.R. Alonso
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Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.

It has been a beautiful
fight.

Still
is

—Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense (via whyallcaps)

(via thelovedbird)

Thank you for not loving me like I did, I had so much to give that I used what was left over to rebuild my mind and soul to a better me when you walked away.

—Michael Daaboul (via michaeldaaboul)

I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy.

—Vincent van Gogh, Letters (1875-1890)

(Source: oiseauperdu, via thelovedbird)

They say Lucifer fell
because he loved God
more than all the rest.

Perhaps that is why I know
that the way I love
will destroy me too.

i am icarus and you are the sun | m.c. (via malghosties)

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