Tearing in Your Mind

Oh how the pain makes you blind

[artmagine]

The amazing digital art of Wu Xin

The Digital Matte Painting Handbook

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Like a spider, these days I eat my own heart,

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Ioannis Anghelakis c. November 1917 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thenationalyrics]

Permanent Water Mutidjula, by the Kunia Massif (1985), Michael Andrews / Santa Clara (2008), The National

[underwata]

I want to have beautiful wings of silk and a crown of rosebuds and to live inside a castle on the moon

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Seems I’ve misplaced my desires Seems I’m sweeping up the ashes Of all my former fires…

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, from “Brother My Cup Is Empty,“ (via tat-art)

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EMILY BRONTË, Wuthering Heights

MARY SHELLEY, Frankenstein

[wnq-writers]

I bow to no one, but I would kneel for you.

allthingslissy (via wnq-writers)

[soracities]

I’m yours or no one’s forever.

Tadeusz Borowski, from ‘You know, I think more and more often–’ (via blvckmilk)

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Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Selected Poems; “I Want to Talk to God,” (x)

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[sotick]

[childmagazine]

“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”

 F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via childmagazine)

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via weheartit

[bentlifehc]

I can’t wait to watch you fall

[coral]

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)

[writershigh]

Bad Blood, by Peyton Scott

“They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.” -Ugo Eze

(not my images)

[writershigh]

I pronounced you dead to me years ago. I’m sorry that I don’t know how to have a relationship with a ghost.

Coroner’s Report by Peyton Scott (via writershigh)