It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Sylvia Plath (via tragedysins)
god released me into the wild and now he’s hunting me for sport
otherworldly places to live:
deep down in the forest
a soft cloud in the sky
maybe dwell in a flower
a castle on top of a hill
a greenhouse covered in plants
in a cove with mermaids
a house perched on a tree
The woods they do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream…
Jack Kerouac, from The Complete Prose; “Dharma Bums,” (via nastyorchid)
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But soon I shall be so I cannot remember any… but the things that never happened.
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Each time I saw it, I heard the voice again and felt the saltwater in my lungs. “Stay out of the water or you’ll stay in forever.”
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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle (via wordsnquotes)
I take much pleasure in being alone, but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
Charles Bukowski (via floriental)
i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)
Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via wordsnquotes)