Staying-Alive

flowerytale:

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

dark-romantics:

“I write about love like I know it so well, but to be honest, love and I have never officially met.”

- Pieces of me, 8, “Someday we’ll meet”

fatimazainab:

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

wedarkacademia:

I know it is my father’s first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.

But I was little too.

— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father

i-will-recover-tomorrow:

everybody-wants-me-dead:

i-will-recover-tomorrow:

leonardospoetry:

From time to time I find myself with so much wanting and an urge to make things more than what they really are. And it all makes me so tired, like I have been desperately running for a long time, escaping from forgotten nightmares, searching for made-up dreams.

Does life really has to feel this way?

blossomfully:

Sue Zhao

(via letyourselfliveagain)

inkskinned:

one day i will say “i am going home” and it will fill me up to my fingertips and it will fill me up to my core because my home will be more than a bed or a building. when i go out it will not feel like escaping. when i come back it is not a caging. the sigh of sheets and clean laundry and sipping jasmine tea. 

so lonely, i guess. to need to wait for happy.

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typewriter-worries:

When Anne Carson said, “I once loved you now i don’t know you at all” and when Margaret Atwoood said, “I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder” and when Marina Tsvetaeva said, “You seem already gone” and when Henry Dumas said, “I caught you forgetting me” and when 

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i-will-recover-tomorrow:

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thoughtkick:

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

quotemadness:

“If it is destroying you then it is not love my dear.”

— Unknown