Voy a volverme un llanto subterraneo,

[glassbonespaperskin]

La Chinoise (1967) 

[ughsick]

[thequotejournals]

I am a series of small victories and large defeats…

Charles Bukowski, “The People Look Like Flowers At Last” (via wordsnquotes)

[fatefuly]

[capitalletterlyrics]

[heavensghost]

[freshmoviequotes]

[there-will-be-violence-deactiva]

[endlesslifeinpain]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

A bitter, broken thing, my heart,

H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912 - 1944; “Cassandra,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[glassbonespaperskin]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I know nothing except that I’m waiting for you and that you never come.

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlyn Thomas written c. May 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[blossomfully]

But you loved her? Yes. And she loved you? Yes. Then why did it end? Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #278  (via blossomfully)

[kilgarymountain-deactivated2013]

[wordsthat-speak]

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

(via 8hy)

[elesq-deactivated20150713]

[daffodils-in-december]

You have no idea how hard this is

(via daffodils-in-december)