November 2011
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is...
– Sylvia Plath (via seaskin)
Naturally, she wasn’t nameless. In fact I’m sure she went by a number of names....
– Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
Live to the point of tears.
– Albert Camus (via preambles)
I shall be useful when I lie down finally: then the trees may touch me for once,...
– Sylvia Plath (via funeral)
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We cover distance but not together.
Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m...
– The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (via thechocolatebrigade)
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...
– Anaïs Nin (via funeral)
Remembering is only a new form of suffering.
– Charles Baudelaire (via onlyafterdark)
You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world....
– Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro (via thechocolatebrigade)
we will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together.
dear friend, let...
– Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
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This time I’m jaded.
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
– Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via bloodisthenewblackk)
Everything is dead while it lives.
– Egon Schiele (via bloodisthenewblackk)
If you wake up and you’re not in pain, you know you’re dead.
– Russian Proverb (via bloodisthenewblackk)
This is my knife. It is very sharp and very eager to hurt you.
– Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room (via bloodisthenewblackk)
I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.
– Thom Yorke (via butterflyflutterbygoodbye)
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a...
– Sylvia Plath (via moldavia)