sadgals:

“Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry (via portails)

(via polykowiak)

"Great souls interest me—and they alone. But I am not a great soul."

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1942-1951 (via honeyfleshed)

"beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time."

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942 (via honeyfleshed)

"Icarus loved the sun too much and died. Narcissus loved himself too much and died. It doesn’t matter what kind of love we choose. We are all doomed to die for it."

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

"A happy ending: She agreed to love herself deeply. She was finally the sun of her own life."

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

dateamonster:

“spooky” is the perfect state of being. a step gentler than “scary”, a touch firmer than “odd”. more evocative than “interesting” but not leaning too far towards “eerie” or “uncanny”. spooky is nice and balanced. i like spooky things.

(via vladadoll)

iamdinomartins:
““ Frank Sinatra photographed by Bob Willoughby on the set The Man With the Golden Arm (1955).
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violentwavesofemotion:

“She lived with a ghost and increasingly felt herself to be a ghost among the living.”

Luis Vargas, on Gabriela Mistral, from the preface of “Madwomen: Poems,

(via wounden)

"Now and again her eyes dimmed with tears, but she did not let them escape down her cheeks. She pressed her lips fiercely together and the tears seemed to retreat back inside her, as if drawn by an inner fire."

Irène Némirovsky, tr. by Linda Coverdale, from “Les Vierges,
(via violentwavesofemotion)

savagedefectives:
“thin places
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