But who shall make the clown laugh?

[s9ll4]

[mournfulroses]

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

the rain knows all my secrets

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[remembering-irrelevance]

[antex-blog1]

[jehovahhthickness]

I want my kids to grow up thinking that I am their safe place.

I pray that their world never comes crashing down on them but if it does, I hope that their first thought will be “It’s okay because at least I have my mom to help me get through this”.

[evilherheart]

[unchildhood]

SYLVIA PLATH

The Bell Jar (1963);

personal photos, original edit

[perspektivno]

“Pažljivo, polako sam prelazio rukom preko njenog tijela, pamteći je prstima. Onda sam joj, ne žureći, poljubio oba dlana, vlažne oči, nabubrela drhtava usta. Bio je to oproštaj. Rekao sam smješeći se: — Pamti me po onome što je u meni bilo dobro.”

— Meša Selimović, Tišine

[tackled]

[thoughtkick]

“And if I show you my dark side, will you still hold me tonight?”

— Pink Floyd, “The Final Cut"

[literary-connection]

“Mental illness has ruined my fucking life, don’t ever tell me that it’s a choice.”

—

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Lana Del Rey; Cinnamon Girl

[poetryforall]