What happens when you take a break at an animal rescue.
(via Reddit)
there are books out there - many good - that cater to your extremely esoteric interests. #never kill yourself
Jericho Brown, "To Be Asked for a Kiss"
at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.
when you feel so lonely that when a guy gives you attention (and you already know its nothing serious) you still talk to him . And feel hollow. Talk and feel hollow. Talk and feel hollow.
Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.
All of our bookmarked hearts
stay silent, tucked away within
the pages and resting, content
with all the words that cradle, soft.
~K.T.
Sylvia Plath, aged 20
“In the second chamber of my fourth heart down to the left of the third valve is the room I keep for you for me to think of you.”
— Lisa Olstein, from “Cold Satellite” in Little Stranger (via pigmenting)
Happy International Women's Day, ladies!! Hope you have a nice day today <3
“She was afraid of shops, restaurants, walks, people, noise, cars, dogs, children, nature, squares, markets, everything provoked a painful anxiety, everything bothered her, she would calm down only in her own flat, trembling like a frightened wild animal. It was as though she had begun to like her own captivity. She felt secure only in her slippers, although for years she had secretly dreamed of one day exchanging them for little shoes with wings…”
— Dubravka Ugrešić, The Museum of Unconditional Surrender (via sacredwhores)