Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell
Mary Oliver, from “When Did It Happen?,” Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015)
I wish I wasn’t, such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.
— N.M. Sanchez
Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Selected Prose; “The Double,”
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”
-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
(via eufonius)
“It’s strange, isn’t it? How your heart burns… and burns… and suddenly turns to ice.”— pyromant
(Source: wnq-writers.com, via bring-me-back-to-wonderland)
“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories
I finally managed to find a bottle of COMME des GARÇONS Incense Avignon in Australia and I can’t wait to smell like a church on fire.
(via veganvampyre)
“I tread amidst a wasteland that has gone inefficacious in decades. I trample on thoughts proliferated around it, like a Palisade so high and filled with saddest echoes. I am a million candles that have flicked momentarily and burnt out like a gnossienne abandoned by all forms of salubrity.”— Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness. (via de-morte)
(via le-immorte)
Sandra Cisneros, from “Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982”, Woman Without Shame