They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
— BANKSY
They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
— BANKSY

Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?
John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business. Because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. And you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.
(via blushingapples)


Bardot

I dreamt your veins last night. They melted like sugar in my mouth. I swore I could feel you warming up to me or was that just the afterglow of Vodka making my guts feel pretty. I promise. I didn’t mean to wake you, it’s just that the drunk monsters know your number better than anyone.
(Source: justlittlethings)

(Source: shesbombb, via whatinnocence)
After a while
you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t always promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth. And you learn.
And you learn, and you learn, and you learn.
With every good-bye, you learn.
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt”
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr
(via danihampton)


