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I died a lot to live a little with you.
February 18, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.
Oh to be a wild horse in the mountains alone with your other horse friends
- Tod Dillard
What are you into?" Grief and guilt mostly, though sometimes I dabble in perversion and disgust. So, you know, the important things.
— November 24, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries
— December 8, 1919 / Franz Kafka diaries
December 8, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via lunamonchtuna)
— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)
I am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.
Elsie De Wolfe
I wonder how the bird, whose wings were cut off, looks at the sky?
With rage? With regret?
With grief? Despair? Love? Peace?
Why do people always say suicide is the most selfish thing you can do hey?" She yells, her voice sounding raw. "Isn't it giving birth? You're bringing another human being into this sick, shitty world. Isn't that the most selfish thing you can do?"
Unfortunately i am my mother's child so i will stay when it's clearly time for me to leave
"And this urge to run away from what I love is a sort of sadism I no longer pretend to understand."
- Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Stanley Pennell featured in Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn