I love catching people in their honest moments. When they lose their breathe at something wonderful or take a gasp for air in response to something shocking. I love when they run their fingers through their hair, when their eyes drift off and honesty is spilling out of their eyes. I love when their limbs are contorted to keep them warm, or safe from a fear their thoughts are wrapped in. I love people. I love how beautiful they are. I fall in love with strangers. I wonder if someone’s fallen in love with me like that.

For you. (via r-ecalescence)

Underneath your pain, your sorrow, your anger, your frustration, your bliss, your joy, your boredom, underneath every thought and emotion, both positive and negative, both sacred and profane, there is an ocean of calm, your true nature, indestructible, ever-present, free.

Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)

Parfois, j’ai l’impression que je ne suis pas… solide. Je suis creux. Il n’y a… rien derrière mes yeux. Je suis le négatif d’une personne. C’est comme si je n’avais — Jamais rien pensé. Jamais rien écrit, jamais rien ressenti.
Tout ce que je veux c’est l’obscurité — L’obscurité et le silence.

Sylvia (2003)