He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...– everything is illuminated (via theartofhiding)
swimming in this Ocean it’s just mine, thoughts big enough to drown in, But no Time.
The poet is a man who feigns And feigns so thoroughly, at last He manages to...– Fernando Pessoa, from “Autopsychography,” trans. Edouardo Roditi (via proustitute)
pinksubmergence: I revered him, and strangely enough, loved him almost impiously. I loved him to a degree he did not deserve, at a cost I could not afford.
In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.– Deepak Chopra (via windowshade)
pinksubmergence: with you I am an effulgent sea bright and splendid in nakedness I cover not my scars and I fear no disgust there is only love there is only lust gauzy sheets are unnecessary look at me.
We are none of us one thing alone and unchanging.– Kate Elliott, from Cold Magic (via aubade)
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...– White Oleander by Janet Fitch. (via mllekeri)
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are...– Anneli Rufus (via aubades)
Just because today is a terrible day doesn’t mean tomorrow might not be the best...– Pete Wentz (via a-recovered-life)
pinksubmergence: If he is to be loved, he must speak kindly and with ease towards those I already love.
Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of...– Rachel Naomi Remen (via insight-inspiration )
Unpolished: xanax →
pinksubmergence: my victories are minor my sorrows profound how does one write a story when no stories abound I have felt many things yet many still remain to be touched and felt to be roughed and strained shall I feed my follies or spit my naivety does my penchant for wit reveal my old mystery is a…
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here
Don't wait until you've reached a goal to be proud...
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.– Sylvia Plath (via doyourememberpassion)
Libraryland: "Safe Sex" by Donald Hall →
libraryland: If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words; if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire only the tribute of another’s cry; if they employ each other as revenge on old lovers or families of entitlement and...
pulsifers: i like tv. and, on occasion, people. fictional. people. who are on tv.