Mr. Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out,...– Virginia Woolf
Sometimes a hand was raised as if to clutch something or ward off something, or...– Virginia Woolf
Lily Briscoe watched her drifting into that strange no-man’s land where to...– Virginia Woolf
Crossing over, bleeding out; chancing upon a primordial dream; the present being a fading illusion, though dying, still stubbornly holding the senses ransom.
We hear in retrospect what we have understood.– Marcel Proust (via fuckyeahproust)
Without monsters and gods, art cannot enact a drama.– Mark Rothko (via buried-denmark; parlezvousmae)
Wear the grudge like a crown
Oh man it’s Starbucks girl! What should I say?!
Kids, life is a dark road. You never really know what’s up ahead. One night...– How I Met Your Mother (via mq32)
For my big. Kinda just messing around, playing this song, thought of you. We are gonna be friends - White Stripes
I write this very decidedly out of despair over my body and over a future with...– Franz Kafka, from The Diaries, 1910 (via proustitute)
Upon waking this morning, I am quite confused. Where am I and what day is it? And what’s with all the messages? Wtf? Drug induced sleep ftw
Fill yourself up with the forsythias and when the lilacs flower, stir them in...– Gottfried Benn, “Last Spring,” trans. Michael Hofmann (via proustitute)
Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal...– Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal, 1949 (via proustitute)
What do you mean I’m not kind? Just not your kind.– Megadeth
I’m going to ask you for a moment based on invisible birds please. bring...– Cole Swensen, from “Please” (via ahuntersheart)
Good morning world!
This is not reality
What happens now?
Fools. It cannot be obtained without a catalyst. One needs to be on fire, burning, decaying, boiling and evaporating neath the heavenly little ionized Atoms, cute little things they are; and if one is not, then they might as well set themselves aflame, else succumb to the silence, else recede into nothingness.
There is nothing more to be said There is no one left who would listen
Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, time stays, we go.– Henry Austin Dobson, The Paradox of Time, 1877 (via redcolobus)
I became a writer at night, beneath the stars. Like an argument between two...– Bhanu Kapil (source; via itgivesitthew)
You let me desecrate you
What does the future hold?
You’re so fucking cute, jesus christ. To simply hold your hand would be the most beautiful thing in the world
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own...– Oscar Wilde (via bookoasis)
The air feels punished after you speak. You’re one of the incurables. I love...– Cal Bedient, from “Back a Van Gogh Yellow” (via ahuntersheart)
This is how my sorrow became visible: its dust, piling up for years in my...– Faiz Ahmed Faiz, from “Bangladesh II” (via proustitute)
What I am seeking is not the real and not the unreal but rather the unconscious,...– Amedeo Modigliani (via journalofanobody; erinaa)
On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world, where the insane go...– Russell Edson, “Antimatter” (via proustitute)
Dreamed that I was talking about the dream about the nightmare I just had, and how I woke up in both dream and reality. Then I saw my shadow in the mirror Swaying
…It’s pressured, from society. From your parents and friends who are...– Mikael Akerfeldt
It feels good to hold a guitar in my hands again…sing for me, Taylor!
What more is there?
No thing is simply one thing.– Virginia Woolf
Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing...– Rainer Maria Rilke, from Book of Hours (via inthelowlight)
The insurmountable chasm Between your sacrifice and my gratitude
There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw...– Carl Sandburg, from “Wilderness” (via proustitute)