Read my mind.

I searched for happiness at the bottom of vodka bottles.

[fy-perspectives]

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via fy-perspectives)

[wordsnquotes]

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point.  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)

[dailyinspirationquotes]

[wordsnquotes]

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T. S. Eliot (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I’ve always wondered what it must be like to not only be beautiful, but to also feel beautiful.

Nicole Moon (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

She will always try to find a reason to leave, it’s so hard for her to stay.

xxrayz (via wnq-writers)

[thequotejournals]

I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine  (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

People also smile when they are miserable.

Paul Ekman (via quotemadness)

[wnq-writers]

I’ve spent everyday since you left; crawling between dictionary pages; looking. But there is no word for this kind of pain. No word for the way your heart explodes silently between your lungs; a nuclear bomb in a land the world forgot. No word for the way your stomach drops like a man without a parachute. No word for that moment; when you realize you’ve had your head in the clouds all this time. No word for the taste on your tongue after trying cough up a broken heart. No word for the sound of empty promises cracking open in the hollow of your ears. No word for the way it hurts to become a regret; a left behind; a yellowed memory forgotten in the darkest corner of their mind while they shine so bright in yours; it burns. No word sad enough; empty enough; harsh enough; desperate enough to describe this kind of pain; Except your name.

mentamorphisis (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I wish I were kinder — to other people and to myself.

hardboundnotebook  (via wnq-writers)

[shareaquote]

the person who wrote this poem no longer exists

Nicholas A Browne | Prose 13 (via wordsnquotes)

[shareaquote]

I will paint a masterpiece with these tears and call it my life.

R. Jacob (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

Souls recognize each other by the way they feel.

Unknown (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.

J.D. Salinger (via quotemadness)