January 2012
“His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between...”
– Anne Sexton
I am no longer broken about the things I have...
“To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I”
– Ayn Rand, ‘The Fountainhead’
“Not only have I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what...”
– Joan Didion
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable...”
– Carl Jung
“The world had prepared no place for you, and if the world had its way, no place...”
– James Baldwin (via Confuzzzled
)
“There are always a few such people who demand the utmost of life and yet cannot...”
– Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse (via thechocolatebrigade
)
We don't understand. Others understand even less.
“We’re all just walking each other home.”
– Ram Dass
Folie à deux
Folie à deux (English pronunciation: /fɒˈli ə ˈduː/, from the French for “a madness shared by two”) (or shared psychosis) is a[1]psychiatric syndrome in which symptoms of a delusional belief are transmitted from one individual to another. The same syndrome shared by more than two people may be called folie à trois, folie à quatre, folie en famille or even folie à plusieurs...
“Mourn us all in one.
We are all dead.”
– Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute
)
“By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via haveapleasanttomara
)
It’s nice to be able to share anything with someone because it can confirm that the experience was in fact, real.
There are certain nights where I feel like it’s okay to be me. I’m not sure if such a feeling could be achieved without alcohol.
Vast- Be With Me
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf (via clockofdreams
)
“And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there’s...”
– Nick Hornby
Put a band in my ask and i'll tell you if i like...
fragilesouls:
(What are your ghosts like?) (They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (This is also where my ghosts reside.) (You have ghosts?) (Of course I have ghosts.) (But you are a child.) (I am not a child.) (But you have not known love.) (These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
I beg what I love and I leave to forgive me.
“Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness.”
– Ram Dass
“The morning breezes have secrets to tell; don’t go back to sleep.”
– Rumi
“Today happened because you’re here. The days seem to leave when you do.”
“I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?”
– Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via corcordium
)
You bleed for the air you breathe.
It pisses me off so much when I see people waste love.