where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

“I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone.”

[lisarayanne]

[lickgold]

[a-s-y-lll-u-m-deactivated201212]

[larmoyante]

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via larmoyante)

[noodlesinbroth]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[etsyifyourenasty]

[choisenone-deactivated20151204]

[inthemagichour]

[meepmeepmeep]

[vinstage]

[thefilmhoardersdiary]

[fohk]

[hellanne]

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun 

[sttlinski-blog]

[timinglord]

Get to know me meme: [2/6] movies → Harry Potter Series

“Do not pity the d e a d, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live w i t h o u t  l o v e.”

[perfectmadnesss]

[justharpoonedpigs]