“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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@theresawlln
“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Im like if a corpse had to wake up every day
Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954
you will see me in the sunset because when we broke up it felt like the sun going down / an ending we had long expected yet were surprised by when it came / you will see me in winter because i loved the cold and left you in it / you will see me in spring because i loved the flowers, and never picked them as i wanted them to live / you will see me in the color changing leaves because we changed our colors, too, until we fell apart / and you will see me in the fog as my ghost wraps its arms around you, but never gets close enough to touch you
if you leave me i will haunt you
via theresawlln
Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
me before him
Hand holding has to be the most intimate thing that exists. I don’t care what anyone says, holding hands is one of the most beautiful part of being human. Be it romantic or platonic.
You’re scared? Let me hold your hand. You’ve lost your way? Let me hold your hand. Your hand is cold? Let me hold your hand. You’re tired? Let me hold your hand. You feel down? Let me hold your hand. You feel happy? Let me hold your hand.
Angel, […] vampire and vamp, she deconstructs any notionally stable identity.
— Patricia Allmer, Angels of Anarchy: Women Artists and Surrealism, on Claude Cahun, (2009)
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