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We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
Oscar Wilde
I drank her silence like liquor and it destroyed me the same, but I fell for all of her, hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when she walks into the room and my blood will always dance when her breath passes through me.
Christopher Poindexter (via jacqulyngraber)
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via creatingaquietmind)
Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.
J.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via feellng)

You and I we’re strangers

Drinking in a bar

Dancing to the beat

Singing songs with deep lyrics

You and I we’re strangers

Looking at each other

Glancing for smiles

Reading the blurry eyes

You and I we’re strangers

Hanging on a thread

Reaching for a hand

Locked away in a chamber

You and I we’re strangers

Or am I the only one

Hoping for another round

In this dim-lighted carousel

You and I when will we stop

Feeding our conceited egos

With lies that we can last longer

And go on without these strings

You and I we’re strangers

Who once knew each other

But never dared go back

Never dared ask ‘why’

You look at me and you can’t see me… do you know what it’s like? I’m right here standing in front of you, please just, just see me.
Doctor Who

When nothing seems right
And everyone’s gone
You don’t know what to do

When the only thing that’s left
Is to take over the world
And let it burn with you

When the world stops breathing
And nobody even cares
Hold onto that blinding light

When you take a step back
And just want to get away
Keep your hand raised high

When all you can do
Is shut your mind
Forget whatever is true

When there’s no clue
And nothing is new
Take a minute to rewind

Stop and stay in the moment
Wait until everything has lifted
Armor up for the battle

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect and it’s these things I’d believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all that she should be… . I love her and that’s the begininng and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald

As I draw near the battlefield

I heard my heart thumping

My hands started trembling

And my legs, shaking

Like I’ve never seen war

All my worries glaring at me

Everything is looming around

A kryptonite shoved down my throat

Can’t fly away

I’m here, I’m lost

I simply want to touch her cheek… I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet—not miles, not continents, not years—and to take a callused finger to her face.
Gayle Forman - Where She Went
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Dead Poets Society (1989) - A Writer’s Ruminations:
But I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness, what you would (perhaps unkindly) call my “hypocrisy”. I am no child of nature, I am ugly and imperfect to myself, and I cannot through poetry or romantic visions exalt myself to symbolic glory.
Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac (via violentwavesofemotion)

Having words will be difficult when you’ve exhausted your voice from trying.

I’ve put my defenses up again and I have my game face on; I’m going to be a whole different person.

Know this: I’ll be a thunderstorm—I’ll be your thunderstorm. Your heart will race within these four walls.

I’m not angry or scared or anything. I learned how not to feel and I learned how not to care.

Everything’s got to end sometime, otherwise nothing would ever get started.
Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who