I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
— Jaime Gil de Bieda (via aulacrimosa)
It’s so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.
— Ingmar Bergman (Through a Glass Darkly, 1961)
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
— Chuck Klosterman (via musingsinfemininity)
Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.
— Unknown (via alecshao)
An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.
— Unknown (via ovadiaandsons)
Sometimes the poem has more friends than the poet.
— Jennifer Moxley, from “Fragments of a Broken Poetics” (via proustitute)
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
— Carson McCullers (via bbook)
Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via lungs-)
