Evidence

[funeral]

Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

[hotelisolation]

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[blurryclau]

[phantomladyoverparis]

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

You built the walls high enough to block the storm but now you can't feel the sun either - unknown

[ux-ie]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[paper-wounds]

[paper-wounds]

[paper-wounds]

[pup-purgatory]

[skeezd]

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

[vtmbdialogue]

[cinemafrancais-blog]

Le petit soldat, Jean-Luc Godard, 1963

[violetabuse-blog]

“The world is too brutal for me — I am glad there is such a thing as the grave — I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.”

— John Keats, letter to Fanny Brawne, August 8th 1820 (via antiquedvintage)