“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one hour more of sleep and live.”—Sylvia Plath (via soul-stripper)
“What a burn love seems to have. Like a misplaced cigarette that just happens to fall onto the frail skin of your wrist. And you feel completely taken a back, worried that the sting will stay longer than you would have hoped for. And it does. And it burns. It burns down to your fucking veins and it opens you up into this oasis like nightmare of everything you never knew about yourself, all of the things inside your blood. You feel vulnerable. Everyone’s looking at your blood, telling you how you should clean up the mess you’ve made, how to get rid of the stains that have ruined your clothes and your sanity. You just wish that you had flicked that cigarette off of your wrist but you were just too damn intrigued by the flicker of the ashes. So was she.
A scar for everyone to see.”—One Poet’s Worth (via soul-stripper)
“When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.”—Morrissey (via soul-stripper)
'Are you upset, little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry, I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.'
“Perhaps” is one of his favourite expressions; “perhaps” and “I think” and all those words which qualify the rash assumptions of human ignorance. Such words help one to muffle up opinions which it would be highly impolitic to speak outright. For one does not say everything; there are some things which at present it is advisable only to hint.”—Virginia Woolf, Montaigne. (via soul-stripper)
“There is no more contemptible type of human character than that of the nerveless sentimentalist and dreamer, who spends his life in a weltering sea of sensibility and emotion but who never does a manly concrete deed.”—William James (via wine-loving-vagabond)