If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...– Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Evelyn Waugh (via vulpecula)
[The night has begun to open up at last.] There will be time until the next...– After Dark, by Haruki Murakami (via the-final-sentence)
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn’t tell. It might have been five seconds,...– Haruki Murakami (Dance, Dance, Dance)
theflowersofromance: “When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.” written by Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love
I Can't Help You
houseofromanov: Poor moth, I can’t help you, I can only turn out the light.
I'll be here...
If anybody feels alone, sad, if you would like to get something off your chest (perhaps a secret), or if you just need someone to talk to, I will be here to listen. You can write to me and i won’t judge you. x
people so tired mutilated either by love or no love.– Charles Bukowski (via anhelos)
asugarmouse: I said so little. Days were short. - Czeslaw Milosz
Look at me across the sea, for I go radiant, look at me across the night through...– Pablo Neruda, The Captain’s Verses (via thewoodbetweentheworlds)
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.– Charles Baudelaire (via lastwaltzinvienna)
In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the chapter that is the...– Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova (via forbiddenalleys)
Please die I said so I can write about it– Margaret Atwood, from Power Politics (via proustitute)
monsta: I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here alone or waiting for someone -Leonard Cohen
I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess...– Anaïs Nin, House of Incest (via mitochondria)
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.– Charles Simic (via pinpricks + swanofyours)
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and...– The Great Gatsby (via pardinus)
Anna Świrszczyńska - I Cannot
anhelos: I envy you. Every moment You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will...– T.S. Eliot (via how-far-is-heaven)
My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via serialstranger)
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via lavandula)
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. Edgar Allan Poe In February 1847, Poe’s young wife Virginia died of consumption. Poe was devastated by her death and penned these words.
I feel as if I’m always on the verge of waking up.– Fernando Pessoa (via mirroir)
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they...– Anais Nin (via forbiddenalleys)