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Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.
Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise (via feallende)
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.
Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
“I had to withdraw. I watched people from afar, it was like a stage play. Only they were on stage and I was an audience of one.”
— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
Oscar Wilde
Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.
Lisa Kleypas, Seduce Me at Sunrise
You cannot create a monster and then condemn it. Hate its ugly features, its terrible gait. When I look into the mirror I do not see myself, but all of you who made me.
Could You Ever Live Without?
‘What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber.’
Guillermo Del Toro, The Devil’s Backbone (via cheesesteaktotheheart)
Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.
endlessroadhome (via wordsnquotes)
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But you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth filled with words that have died on my lips.
Emily Palermo, from Untitled (via hellanne)
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
there are no gods here, only me, watching as your final breath rattles free of your lungs
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