March 2012
“One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.”
– Voltaire (1694-1778)
February 2012
“I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and...”
– Patti Smith (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“For some nights I slept profoundly; but still every morning I felt the same...”
– Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Interacting with other people does not come naturally to me; it is a strain and...”
– Peter Cameron, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to...”
– “What Do Women Want?,” Kim Addonizio (via clavicola)
“Embraces from all the wrong people
leave you sadder than none from the ones...”
– S. (via clavicola)
“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
– The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka (via vashti)
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“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
– Haruki Murakami (via blaqmagic)
mahpiohanzia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you’ve been storing up since before you were born.