You would stand in the room so still sometimes, so wordless sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via victoriajoan)
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You would stand in the room so still sometimes, so wordless sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via victoriajoan)
I: did you hate him?
MW: who does not hate the person to blame for their existence? Just a little?
Death as a Gentleman
Because I could not stop for Death — He kindly stopped for me — The Carriage held but just Ourselves — And Immortality.
We slowly drove — He knew no haste and I had put away my labor and my leisure too, for His Civility… - Emily Dickinson
“I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.”
— David Wojnarowicz, from Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone" […] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.
Clementine von Radics, from James (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
Some things you can never leave behind. They don’t belong to the past. They belong to you.
Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave (via thebookquotes)
Sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground for all the people I should have become.
“Requiem” by Roe Gardner (via cloudbeam)
How is it you have the right to destroy my life, but I’m not allowed a say in yours?
Jojo Moyes (via quotemadness)
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.
Kait Rokowski (via qvotable)
I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.
Tennessee Williams (via quotexcerpts)
I never got to say goodbye.
a six word story (via catholicraised)
I don’t trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, please don’t make me regret it.
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