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“–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.”
— excerpt from EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT // h.y.k (via sekmets)
“I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via n0ctiluca)
“If a monster falls in love with another monster, is it desire? Is it fate? It’s tragedy.”
— thoughts #130 | r.m (via twofacedharveydent)
“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”
— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood (via decreation)
“(…) and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.”
— Bright Dead Things; The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón (via briannaswriter)
Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia
Text ID: ELEKTRA: You have town away the part of my mind where hope was—
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Sholeh Wolpé, from “Let Us Believe in the Dawn of the Cold Season”, Sin
“She wanted a storm to match her rage.”
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via wordsnquotes)
“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Good and Evil (via twofacedharveydent)
“i was a darkness in his bed sunless & shining like oil”
— – Safia Elhillo (via pairedaeza)
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
— John Banville, The Sea (via wordsnquotes)
“Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via lyndsyfonseca)
you tried being GENTLE, you tried being KIND…
& IN THE END— you found it made you even more cruel.
“He looks at me with the softest eyes that I have ever known.”
— C.H (via canadiemrps)
My love, what we make of loss is a sport that kills us.
Natalie Wee, “Asami Writes to Korra for Three Years” in Wildness Journal
“yes, our story ended. i lost you without warning, without justice, without meaning; but somewhere, out there in time, in an alternative universe, we’re meeting for the first time, i look at your lips eagerly, you laugh. somewhere out there we have a whole future ahead of us, an unlimited number of days. and that is not sad, darling. that is beautiful.”
— and until we meet again, i will carry you with me. // V.R. (via liethargy)
This is why some of us wake up in the middle of night looking for saint— and maybe your saint is the moon, or maybe your phone, or maybe it’s that moment you walk out the door to look up at the stars just to prove to the heavens you’re still alive.
— Kelli Russell Agodon, from “I Don’t Own Anxiety, But I Borrow It Regularly,” published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
“loneliness is the anchor / you’ve always carried with you”
— Lisel Mueller, from “Voyager,” Second Language (via lifeinpoetry)
“Are you scared of the dark?” he asks me. I say, “Why would I be scared of what is part of me?”
— something lurks inside me, and it will make or wreck me. t.b. (via lewiscarol)
Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.
“I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.”
— Beau Taplin, Just Short (via wordsnquotes)
“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”
— IT’S A CIRCUS AND WE ALL PAID TO BE HERE,by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
