"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."
— Jack Kerouac (via hemingwayslemonade)
"Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was."
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via quotes-shape-us)
it’s okay to want to break bones
and cradle spines—
some nights are empires
disguised in heartbeats.