“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via neutral)
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“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner. (via neutral)
holes in the walls
“I loved you on this day. I love this memory.”
“Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)
I knew a girl once, and she was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world and she said, “My heart says only one thing: I’m hungry, over and over.”
– Ada Limón, this big fake world
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thelovejournals)
Favourite quotes of Vincent van Gogh (x / x)
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“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”
— Mahmdou Darwish (via perrfectly)
“I prefer not to write about love. / I prefer not to write about my body.”
— Ladan Osman, from “The scalps of the women with the best prophecies are dry this season,” published in Poem-a-Day
“I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.”
— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner