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tumblr with just two moods; frustration and nostalgia

[dillydallydarlingz-deactivated2]

how to become immortal:

break a writer’s heart

[moons-ink]

are you a lover or a poet

[moons-ink]

the bully

a table of four, which i sat alone upon the stove, a blazing fire burning, burning, burning, just like my own and the flames turns into rivers i was back at my school you were a force that never wavers like a leaf and the wind i swayed and obeyed what was in your mind when you make me so small, i want to disappear but i couldn't, the pain i have for years was it your neglectful mother? or your absent father were you ever lonely loving the parents that never loved you back? i was, but a child yet my parents let it happen to me, their daughter, who was just five for a decade, i neglect the fear you gave like your parents neglect you, their daughter, who was just five

-i forgive you

[ninasdrafts]

The people that are meant to stay in your life will see you change over the years and understand it for what it is: growth. You don’t have to explain your reasons, you don’t have to apologise - they will understand and hold your hand on the darker days without questioning what you’re doing or why you’re doing it.

one reminder a day #12 / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

[thehopefulquotes]

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

— Maya Angelou

[intopermanence]

How is one meant to make sense of all that obsolete suffering? How is one meant to feel anything other than victimised and abused, when the ‘rules’ that entailed so much personal pain turn out not to have been rules after all?

Rachel Cusk, from Coventry: “Edith Wharton: The Age of Innocence” (via intopermanence)

[bnmxfld]

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe (via bnmxfld)

[mysharona1987]

Falling in love with a house or a car or a pair of shoes, it was a dead end. You save your love for the things that can love you back.

David Wong, This Book is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude. Don’t Touch it. (via mysharona1987)

[booksquoteslife]

“It’s like I’m two people, and one of them is watching me all the time.” - Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

[quotemadness]

You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.

Iyanla Vanzant (via quotemadness)

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.” - Herman Hesse, Siddhartha

[quotemadness]

I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

Markus Zusak (via quotemadness)

[uridewellbutudontkissnicelyatall]

Today while talking about fascists in the 1930s my English professor said that they “wanted to go back to the way ‘it was’ which of course it was never” I just found that very interesting and relevant in today’s society as well.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I’m afraid men are not always quite as clever as they think they are. You will learn that when you get a bit older, my girl.” - Roald Dahl, Matilda

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

As long as I have questions and no answers I’ll keep on writing.

Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star (via wishbzne)

[quotespile]

It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via quotespile)

[twostarsinonesphere]

GOTHIC   LITERATURE  

bold what applies.      italicize what sometimes applies.      repost don’t reblog.

*this applies to my work in progress, but could apply to rp blogs or any other writing really*

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets. dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic.   preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY.   old bookshelves. kisses on the hand . a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.  

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN.  frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods. candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO.  false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes.  playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

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Tagging : @devilsss-dyke , @walkingthroughhistory , @harry-leroy and whomever wants to join in.