liability

camila | argentina

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

—mattmurdock-gf on Tumblr

[movedtofailhag2]

you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

-Sylvia Plath

[riverbaptism]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

[admireforever]

Normal People

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

[messandbones]

“There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolesence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[the-weird-poet]

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”

~ C.S. Lewis

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[starlightacademia]

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

[filmswithoutfaces]

Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

[25436445767787687676786-deactiv]

“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

[pato-rengo]

[cherrygvrl]

anya taylor-joy 🚬💋

[ortut]

Nelson Leirner - Santa Ceia: A Reprodução das Flores, 1990