sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me

Haiku, Eliza Kane (via nevver)

This is absolutely beautiful

(via ellosteph)


(Reblogged from xineann)
Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
Flannery O’Connor (via feellng)


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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via abeautifullifetime)

(Source: nuclearharvest)

(Reblogged from daywhite)
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
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We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
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A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
Jane AustenPride and Prejudice (via feellng)
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 “You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.” ~ (Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs) .. (art Floyd Grey)

(Reblogged from elledark)
The past is never where you think you left it.
Katherine Anne Porter (via purplebuddhaproject)


(Reblogged from xineann)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via purplebuddhaproject)
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