When angels deserve to die...

•• What happens after I've saved you? •• — I´ll save you right back — Note: I do not promote or glorify suicide or self-harming behaviors of any kind. This blog is only to express myself. If its content is triggering you, I encourage you to seek for help ♡.

[loseyoutoloveme]

“I have only now realized how anxiety has devoured my life, thinned my blood, destroyed my pleasures. Everything was contaminated. The rarity was the moments of peace, of enjoyment.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 (via weltenwellen)

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Herman Reinstein, from Poetry; “Infinitives,” originally published c. April 1924

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[killaaluna]

Beautifully☪Insane

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[1980vibes]

me showing you music means i genuinely like you

[your-lovers-and-drifters]

Sabrina, 1954 (dir. Billy Wilder)

[macrolit]

“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”

— Stephen King (b. 21 September 1947)

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“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa (via pavellaning)

[jimkirksfatass]

do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

[daniels-gillies]

It hurts to love you. But I still love you.

[goldiesugar]

if I’m not sitting in pretty lingerie with a glass of champagne in a foreign place in the next 5 years I’ve failed

[noctipotent]

“Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature