burn, burn, burn,

𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀   [ . . . ]   𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 .

[monstroussuggestion]

Don’t turn away. Look at what you made me.

[thequotejournals]

Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via thequotejournals)

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[royalsuggestions]

Go on, act like I haven’t heard you whisper about me

[2ghosts1shell]

I’m doing hot girl shit. *stares at the dark in my room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark*

[andhjsndns-deactivated20201127]

[aidashakur]

One thing about me...I will disappear

[primulaceas]

Han Kang, Human Acts (translated by Deborah Smith)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

A burnt child loves the fire.

Oscar Wilde (via sharingneedles)

[annhathaway]

(Radiance, Catherynne M. Valente)

[gentleaddictions]

[anditslove]

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

[valtsv]

not to sound like an arsonist but burning things is so cathartic… the total annihilation of recognizable shape & form… the self-destructive symbolism of the flame consuming everything in its path until it devours itself… like me too bitch i felt that

[heavensghost]

[katsmoving]

they treat me like a machine, a contraption free from emotion, but, god, all i ever do is feel.

i am the pain in my mind and the despair in my heart // k.s. (via lostcap)

[freshmoviequotes]

One Sings, the Other Doesn’t (1977)

[rcmeomontague]

“how many centuries deep is your wound?”

— Adonis, from “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep (Green Integer, 2003)