There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.
― Sylvia Plath (via uglypoem)
(Source: arevolutionisthesolution)
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
― Uma Thurman (via align)
(Source: thelittleyellowdiary)
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.
― Tennessee Williams (via tat-art)
(Source: sharingneedles)
She was the kind of girlfriend god gives you young, so you’ll know loss for the rest of your life.
― Junot Diaz (via chipotlechickenburrito)
(Source: chipotlechickenburrito)
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
― Margaret Atwood (via tall)
(Source: the-crestfallen)
When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
― Ingmar Bergman
(Source: violentwavesofemotion)
Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.
― Chuck Palahniuk (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: recognizedsaint)
The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.
― Friedrich Nietzsche (via hellanne)
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
― Carl Sagan (via privategalaxy)
(Source: whiskeyleaks)
