Beautiful Things Grow To A Certain Height And Then They Fail And Fade Off, Breathing Out Memories As

beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

 F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via alpacakingdom)

Make it a good one And if you wanna make it through the night You better say my name like The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.

Charles Bukowski, South of No North (via larmoyante)

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper

The Hollow Men; T. S. Eliot

Is it running in our blood? Is it running in our veins? Is it running in our genes? Is it in our DNA?

Savages; Marina and the Diamonds

Your heart is an hourglass ticking down. The sand is dripping everywhere; you’re standing in a flood. You’re running out of minutes and seconds and losing control of your trembling clock hands. Gardens rot and towers ruin and nothing can be done. There will never be enough hours for all your flowers to grow. Your walls are crumbling and honey,  don’t you know time’s the only thing you can’t stop?

Hourglass Heart - a. davida jane (requested by anonymous: “a poem for being too aware of time passing, of it being wasted or running out”)