[thoughtcascades]

I really have no interest in getting to know someone new. I can’t even pretend.

[khadijamalyk]

When I see you the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.

When you're gone, the world starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again.

~James Frey // A Million Little Pieces

[versesofourhearts]

-versesofourhearts

[oldwinesoul]

Oh love

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

[theunfortunate-author]

[feral-ballad]

Vikram Seth, from Summer Requiem: A Book of Poems; “Summer Requiem”

[authorinthemaking]

Writing is wild. One day you’re unstoppable and the next day you’re staring at your keyboard like it personally betrayed you.

[missmirrorselfie01]

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[bsd-bibliophile]

“Give a guilty man enough rope,” replied Dr. Akechi philosophically, “and he’ll supply enough evidence to hang himself.”

Edogawa Ranpo, “The Psychological Test” from Japanese Tales of Mystery and Imagination

[minima--moralia]

“Hear me, hear my silence.”

— Clarice Lispector, in Água Viva

[metamorphesque]

tanka #4, Tathev Simonyan

[khadijamalyk]

Ye jo siney mein liye qarb-e-daroon zinda hoon

Koi umeed si baki hei ke youn zinda hoon

Sheher ka sheher tamashai bana beytha hei

Aur mein ban ke tamasha-e-janoon zinda hoon

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “From the Desire Field”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[theonlygirlinthemidwest]

Oscar Wilde, from Lady Windermere’s Fan

[lunamonchtuna]

— Emery Allen, “Soft Human” (via lunamonchtuna)

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931