#rug

She was nothing in particular. But at least she had a purpose. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#struggles #trying-hard #life

Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#love #nowhere #religion #whiskey #love

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#strength #struggle #triumph #love

Buffy: Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form but I was still me, you know? And I was warm and I was loved and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology or dimensions, or any of it, really but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that knowing what I've lost... ↗

— Joss Whedon

#buffy-the-vampire-slayer #confusion #inner-turmoil #life-lessons #struggle

It wasn't a love story." -Tar's dad It was a love story. Me, Gemma, and junk." -Tar ↗

— Melvin Burgess

#love

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms. ↗

— James Baldwin

#love

My love", she whispered, so low she sounded to Jacques as if she were speaking from the bottom of an abyss, "now we shall belong to each other in a strange country that you do not know. It is the country of madmen but not the country of brutes. I am taking away your vulgar senses and giving you others more refined. ↗

— Rachilde

#opium #love

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host! ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#love #the-bells-of-bruges #love

In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, "I AM HERE"... To whom?.. To where?... Where am I going to...? ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#artist #color #life #painting #scream