The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.
Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev (via larmoyante)
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914 (via larmoyante)
BLOW MINDS

NOT GUYS

Its a dirty game I play and I haven’t once missed a beat

all I want

All I want is nothing more
Than to hear you knocking at my door
Cause if I could see your face once more
I’d die a happy man I’m sure

When you said your last goodbye
I died a little bit inside
I laid in tears in bed all night
Alone without you by my side

But if you loved me
Then why’d you leave me
Take my body
Take my body
Cause all I want is
And all I need is
To find somebody
Find some body
Like you…

You brought out the best in me
A part of me Id never see
You took my soul
and wiped it clean
Our love was made for movie screens

I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem