Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness.
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| — | Janet Fitch, Paint It Black (via timetravel-teacup) |
Sometimes I feel hunted by my grief. It circles me, stalks me. It’s always in my periphery. Sometimes I can fake it out. Sometimes I make myself go so still, it can’t sense that I’m there anymore and it goes away.
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| — | Courtney Summers, Fall for Anything (via larmoyante) |
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.
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| — | Henry Rollins (via kari-shma) |
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
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| — | From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood (via hush-syrup) |
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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| — | Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via furys) |
I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it’s a sad one.
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| — | Michelle Williams (via vashti) |
The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.
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| — | Georges Bataille (via freyjageist) |
You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?
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| — | Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes (via larmoyante) |
