becwheat

[thelovejournals]

…Even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

Simon Van Booy, Where They Hide is a Mystery from The Secret Lives of People in Love (via thelovejournals)

[thecomfortdungeon]

[renaissance-art]

[luthienne]

My memory, my prison.

Theodore Roethke, from Straw for the Fire (via weltenwellen)

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am both worse and better than you thought.

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

[nevver]

Send me dead flowers, Rebecca Louuse Law

[vital-dust]

[horizontalfall]

[simena]

[brutol]

[endless-unfolding]

The night isn’t dark; the world is dark. Stay with me a little longer.

Louise Glück, from “Departure,” in Meadowlands (via soracities)

[theliteraryjournals]

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via theliteraryjournals)

[lora-mathis]

Will I ever be good enough?

“Enough” is a limit you setLet yourself reach it

You are enough right now You are enough regardless

[theogosselin]

[withoutyourwalls]

Jean-Michel Basquiat, Charles the First(detail),1985

[wordsnquotes]

She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via poetisch)