February 2012
I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for...
– Charles Bukowski (via euchrid)
January 2012
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
– Franz Kafka (via silkseas)
I whispered an offer softly in the ear of your playful heart.
I closed my mouth...
– Rumi
via ginger-ninja * shahmeer (via frenchtwist)
I don’t deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.
– Douglas Coupland (via funeraire)
Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will...
– Carl Jung (via devilduck)
This accidental
meeting of possibilities
calls itself I.
I ask: what am I...
– Dag Hammarskjöld (via mirroir)
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
– Franz Kafka (via mirroir)
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these...
– Sylvia Plath (via theglasschild)
I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.
– Tom Waits. (via positivepanic)
who-:
you can’t take a breath without it scratching
you can’t move a muscle without it aching
you can’t hear a thing
you can’t see a thing
you are empty
you are nothing
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have...
– Charles Bukowski (via silkseas)
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
– Charles Bukowski (via catfka)
Loneliness is eating me inside. It’s turning me into a wild, cold shadow of who I used to be. Not only my heart, but also my soul, have grown weaker at the world outside. My eyes give everything an acid look, and so I construct an ancient empire under decadence of my own.
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”
Edgar Allan Poe