I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for...– Charles Bukowski (via euchrid)
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.– Franz Kafka (via silkseas)
Joy Division - In A Lonely Place I know...
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