Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn -
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
what I like about hippos being the most dangerous animal in the world: they’re vegetarian. not even omnivores. they don’t want to eat you, they just hate you. and I think that’s a beautiful thing
Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.
no hozier song has the words "I love you" in it. I mean why say it when he can say "each day you rise with me, know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty"