I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via yellowsea)
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via rawkiss)
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
— Vincent Van Gogh (via autumnrevival)
I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
— Childish Gambino (via binkshapiro)