words – Page 62 – darknesstohislight

We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.

Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.

The Once and Future King, T.H. White (via mashamorevna)

Source: stannisbaratheon

I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.

Clementine von Radics (via zouweeds)

Source: hellanne

Where do I get my ideas from? You might as well have asked that of Beethoven. He was goofing around in Germany like everybody else, and all of a sudden this stuff came gushing out of him. It was music. I was goofing around like everybody else in Indiana, and all of a sudden stuff came gushing out. It was disgust with civilization.

Kurt Vonnegut to the Backwards City Review, 2004

Source: honeyforthehomeless

Denise Daisy, Haytham

Source: aseaofquotes

Whoever loves, come near. I want to break Venus’ ribs and cripple the goddess’ hips with clubs.
If she can break my heart so tender, why can’t I break her head and end her?

graffiti left by a roman citizen in Pompeii (via petrichour)

Source: mjvlk

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

Source: waterships