Whenever you get there, there is no there there.

Female. 25. Anxiety and Architecture.

[metaphorformetaphor]

“it felt like you threw me so far from myself i’ve been trying to find my way back ever since”

— Rupi Kaur, from The Sun and Her Flowers (Andrews McMeel Publishing, 2017)

[wordsnquotes]

This November there seems to be nothing to say.

Anne Sexton,“Letter to Tillie Olsen”, A Self-Portrait in Letters  (via wordsnquotes)

[fyp-philosophy]

You only know me as you see me, not as I actually am

Immanuel Kant (via fyp-philosophy)

[faciesdestruens]

Ask yourself whether you are happy', observed the philosopher John Stuart Mill, 'and you cease to be so.' At best, it would appear, happiness can only be glimpsed out of the corner of an eye, not stared at directly.

Oliver Burkeman, The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking

[bookmania]

[riseofthecommonwoodpile-deactiv]

You try to feel but you can’t wake up. You try to touch but you can’t wake up. You’re holding eyes and you don’t wake up. Increase the size and you don’t wake up. I do it backwards but I don’t wake up. Try to reverse but I don’t wake up. I sit astride but I still don’t wake up.

More than a second. When reading the newspaper, I felt the war. I felt her exposed position. I saw myself in the picture. And I…

I took a cab there to hold her. I took a plane there to feel what she felt. You make me like charity Instead of paying enough taxes.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…I will have to hold that silence. There will be no track anymore. There will be only that peculiar waiting. There will be nothing to pick up. There will be nothing.

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “KE-68018,″ (via violentwavesofemotion)

[bookmania]

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via bookmania)

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

It is better to say, “I am suffering,” than to say, “This landscape is ugly.”

Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (via nemophilies)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via stoicremains)

[wordsnquotes]

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via exoticwild)

[afleetinglife]

… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via castaemeres)

[mythologyofblue]

I didn’t want to use the wrong words. I was afraid that words might betray it. I waited. I’m still not sure that it was the wrong move, or the right move, that is, whether to choose language or silence.

Elie Weisel, RIP (via mythologyofblue)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Home, I said. In every language there is a word for it. I said, home.

Mary Oliver, from Dream Work: Poems; “The River” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[metaphorformetaphor]

Emotionalism and sensibility are my quicksands.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (Mariner Books, 1969)

[riseofthecommonwoodpile-deactiv]

You try to sleep cause there’s never enough. You try to sleep but then you never wake up.

Inside the dream you take a step. You come to see, to see your debt.

Try to sleep. Don’t look at the camera.

[faciesdestruens]

Sick days are better with Mr. Bowie