how sweet it is

but the loneliness never left me, I always took it with me

[fromskintobone]

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[intopermanence]

It is so short and jumbled and jangled because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.

Kurt Vonnegut, from “Slaughterhouse-Five”

[primulaceas]

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[myawesomemixtape]

WOULD'VE, COULD'VE, SHOULD'VE — Taylor Swift

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, “Sanctuary”, The Hurting Kind

[pictureitrememberit]

[tierras]

... i wait and ache. I think I have been healing.

[parfym]

The Phantom of the Opera (2004)

[hollymwells]

[sonnywortzik]

Mark Twain’s Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc

[listentothestories]

[existentialyearning]

- Mandeq Ahmed, 'Ocean of Tears'

[medicalshowsource]

ELIZABETH CORDAY & MARK GREENE E.R 7x17 Survival of The Fittest

[petaltexturedskies]

"My God, does love ever die?" I ask and will die asking.

Anaïs Nin, Nearer the Moon: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1937-1939

[illustratus]

La Belle Dame sans Merci by Frank Dicksee

[geryone]

Vanishing Treasures, Katherine Rundell

[dappledwithshadow]

Vincent van Gogh Still Life with French Novels and Glass with a Rose 1887

[kosmogrl]