I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
— Buddy Wakefield (via bethanyblessing)
That night as I lay in bed, I thought of several things I could have said and mourned the fact that my wit usually bloomed late, peaking when it no longer mattered, during the solitary hours close to midnight.
— Siri Hustvedt, The Blindfold (via penseesduchoeur)
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
— Andrew Wyeth (via ancient-serpent)
Sometimes for an artist the only difference between genius and insanity, is success.
— Reed (Criminal Minds)
Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.
— Steve Maraboli (via winosays)
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.
— Nietzsche (via revolvver)
I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.
— Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse (via odetofemininity)
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
— Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via absea)
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
— Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays (via summiting)
I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.
— Andy Warhol (via erikangstrom)