[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go

— Jamie Anderson

[armydreamerr]

this is my favourite post ever

[weltenwellen]

Chelsea Dingman, from "Not of Longing but of Light"

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Thursday, August 18th, 1921.

"Here I am chained to my rock; forced to do nothing; doomed to let every worry, spite, irritation, and obsession scratch and claw and come again."

~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[thoughtkick]

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

— Franz Kafka

[vivienvalentino]

BEFORE SUNRISE  1995, dir. Richard Linklater

[zoesalvatore]

i'll show you mine if you show me yours

[zoesalvatore]

what is a man without desires, without free will and without choice, if not a stop in an organ?

- fyodor dostoevsky, notes from the underground

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

[zoesalvatore]

@sadasfbitch

[zoesalvatore]

the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull

- sylvia plath

[pierppasolini]

The Dreamers (2003) // dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

[deviika]

Sylvia Plath

[pathologising]

[weltenwellen]

“I trained myself a long time in the art of restraint. (…) pretending I knew a method for forgetting pain.”

— Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“My life has been one long longing.”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, from Prozac Nation (Houghton Mifflin, 1994)

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque-deacti]

“Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.”

— Virginia Woolf, Orlando