When I reread what I’ve written, I feel like I’m swallowing my own vomit.
Clarice Lispector II Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector (via violentwavesofemotion)
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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RMH
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if i look back, i am lost

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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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When I reread what I’ve written, I feel like I’m swallowing my own vomit.
Clarice Lispector II Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector (via violentwavesofemotion)
Pure Love is when your partner can stand before you, bare and naked, no makeup, no nothing, purely them - nothing but all that they are - and they will always see the wanting desire in your eyes, always hear the love in your voice, and always feel the need in your touch, no matter what. Pure Love never grows old it always grows deep.
mardybryant (via wnq-writers)
From pain comes wisdom.
Melly (via ambiguities)
Isn’t everything indifferent to me? Is not indifference (to oneself) the condition of a sort of kindness? But it is, alas, the contrary that occurs. Not only do I abandon none of my egoisms, my little attachments, I continue to put myself first, to prefer myself at every turn, unable to invest lovingly in any other being; it is they who are indifferent to me, even the dearest among them. I suffer – and this is truly painful – “hardness of heart” – acedia.
Roland Barthes, from a diary entry featured in “Mourning Diary” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Leaving for the unknown.
tattooist_doy
The accuracy of this equation is staggering…
You are mysterious. I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Porcelain and Pink (via wnq-movies)