[heavensghost]

notes on self hurt, Katie Maria

[stcktoyourgunsx]

The Front Bottoms // Tie Dye Dragon

[aseaofquotes]

Jo Knowles, Jumping Off Swings

[soracities]

“I went out. The beach was dark and lonely. I lay down in the sand. I wept inconsolably for what was dying in me and even before it had the chance to live.”

Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book

[metamorphesque]

— “September Tomatoes”, Karina Borowicz

[letterful]

“I’ll be so sweet to him, if he calls me. If he says he can’t see me tonight, I’ll say, “Why, that’s all right, dear. Why, of course it’s all right.” I’ll be the way I was when I first met him. Then maybe he’ll like me again. I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it’s so easy to be sweet to people before you love them… They don’t like you to tell them they’ve made you cry. They don’t like you to tell them you’re unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you’re possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn’t have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can’t, ever. I guess there isn’t ever anything big enough for that.”

— DOROTHY PARKER, from “A Telephone Call”. 

[heavensghost]

[peachpitgirl]

I’m reading this book called ‘remember be here now’ and it’s really fucking me up

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[metaphorformetaphor]

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

— Albert Camus, The First Man.Thorndike Press, 1996

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (August 1851)

[putrid-pink]

[hazyaffection]

such a shame, after all that, that this is how i remembered us

[dog-teeth]

little thing i go through every day

[ololygas]

[idiona]

art

[spreekilling-deactivated2017020]

2:50pm, June 2014

[lunah-goodbye]

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray // Virginia Woolf, Orlando