words – Page 46 – darknesstohislight

He smells like cigarettes and mistakes.

and with those eyes, you could have set the sky on fire, but you chose to burn me instead.

a 19 word story??? oh woW (via extrasad)

But I have been familiar with ruins too long to dislike desolation.

Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

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Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

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dean, dean, dean…

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I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.

Fyodor Dostoevsky – The Brothers Karamazov (via helyanthus)

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Where did you get those big eyes?

My mother.

And where did you get those lips?

My mother.

And the loneliness?

My mother.

And that broken heart?

My mother.

And the absence, where did you get that?

My father.

Inheritance, Warsan Shire (via prideinthepanther)

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