I’m not running away from anything, I’m running towards. I’m running towards love, towards things larger than life. I’m not running away from my problems, I’m simply leaving them behind, leaving them in the past. I don’t need them where I’m going.

 

Mais mon amour, mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour

De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour

Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime

Jacques Brel
(via soul-and-blues)

 

~ Translated, with help from Google Translate ~

 

But, my love, my sweet, my dear, my wonderful love
From clearest dawn until the end of day
I love you again, you know, I love you

if we loved people as we should

we wouldn’t have poetry.

 

words aren’t hollow.

K. Kazik. (via these-chains-are-daisies)

 

Perhaps this is true.

thor-n-cap:

youarewortheverything:

serration:

constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

seriously though. 

how about a mix of the two “if its meant to be, its up to me”