January 2012
“I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.”
—Egon Schiele (via forestmilk)
“What am I doing here in this endless winter?”
—Franz Kafka (via mirroir)
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
—Juliette Lewis (via setyourcompass)
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
—Haruki Murakami (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“What looked like morning was the beginning of an endless night.”
—William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Reality continues to ruin my life.”
—Bill Watterson (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.”
—Shauna Niequist (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“She felt herself withering, loosening, felt her beauty leaving her with her breath. Ugliness swung from her mane, dragged down her head, stripped her tail, gaunted her body, ate up her coat, and ravaged her mind with remembrance of what she had once been.”
—Peter S. Beagle, “The Last Unicorn” (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“Nothing has turned out like I expected to. Some things have been better, and some things have been much, much, much worse.”
—Michelle Williams (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.”
—Robert Goolrick (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“If everybody would leave him alone for just a little while, he thought, he wouldn’t cause anybody any more trouble. He would turn to steam and float among the treetops.”
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go”
—Anis Mojgani (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“I am trying to find the courage to be tender in my life. I know that violent people are weak people. Only the gentle are ever really strong.”
—James Dean (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“She’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her; an impenetrability.”
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.”
—Rumi (via bloodisthenewblackk)
