April 2013
83 posts
“Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You...”
– Chelsea Fagan (via dulcetdecember)
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
– Franz Kafka
“Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to...”
– Charles Bukowski
“I’ve always thought there’s a difference between a man breaking your heart and...”
– Pelin
“People can be cruelest to those they love.”
– Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky
“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained...”
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,...”
– buddhist saying.
rigor samsa
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—which grows back again and again until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress [and more like] a cluster of treehouses.
“Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are,...”
“I’m just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?” or “Do...”
– paul gilmartin.
“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know...”
– Anaïs Nin.
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.”
– Eduardo Galeano.
“I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own...”
– Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters.
“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or...”
– Sylvia Plath.
“Isn’t it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?”
– Charles Bukowski.
“and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the...”
– Megan Madgwick.
“My heartbeat accelerates. I am in the here, in the now. I am also in the future....”
– Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.
“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for...”
– Charles Bukowski.
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated.
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated.
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
– Jane Austen.
“Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove...”
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart.
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
“I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.”
– JD Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye.
“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of...”
– J.D. Salinger.
“In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald.
“There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even...”
– George Orwell, 1984.
“The bronze boy stands kneedeep in centuries,
and never grieves,
remembering a...”
– Sylvia Plath, Gold Mouths Cry. 