“She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via leafsea)
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“She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via leafsea)
sometimesemwrites:
“two thoughts, equally as terrifying: WHAT IF I SEE YOU AGAIN? WHAT IF I DON’T?”
— Untitled, Margaret Schnabel (via starrymar)
being intuitive is just like… i don’t like this and no i will not elaborate
winedrunklovers:
sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments
lcvanters:
“I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.”
— Veronica Roth (via quotemadness)
rbhvleo:
it eats me alive.
I don’t have the slightest clue what it is about you, but your soul is so familiar. It’s as if we danced and laughed and drank in a prior life. And I want to do it all over again in this one.
(via who-tf-r-u)
She seemed aware of nothing she was doing. She was reflexively seductive.
Joan Didion, from “A Book of Common Prayer,” (via ninadobrevas)
Don’t give away pieces of your heart you’re not even sure you have.
Unknown (via wnq-writers)
What is a witch but a woman men cannot quiet?
Carla Sofia Ferreira, from “Fragments Shored Against Our Ruins,” published in Honey & Lime (via lifeinpoetry)
viirgowrites:
“find a bone. powder it. sprinkle the dust around the border of the circle. whisper the name of what it once was. if you don’t know, lie. if you can’t lie, then you’re not ready for this magic yet.”
— Lip Manegio, “summoning ritual for gerard way,” from We’ve All Seen Helena
xshayarsha:
✖ angelic; statuesquely beautiful, naïve, imperturbable, ever-forgiving.
✔ angelic; woundrous and wraithlike, ferally self-centered, shrouding in your inherent eeriness and unearthly aura solely for your own comfort. defensively clinging to the solace of this otherwordliness with teeth and claws. ² harrowingly beautiful in a lurid way, in remaining always undaunted and unmercilessly blunt. ³ intuitive and silently perceptive, more than if your flesh were covered in a thousand eyes, like an ophanim. ⁴ bound to an unexplainable belief in ulterior meanings, an underlying, inescapable prophetic sense; the world is riddled with symbols. you understand most of them. ⁵ unapollogetic messenger of what you believe in; caring but uncompromisingly genuine and outspoken; “do not be afraid”; meaning sometimes my truths are going to hurt, they have a ring of epiphany. but real revelation is always painful. and i will always speak my mind.