"I NEED SOLITUDE FOR MY WRITING. NOT LIKE A HERMIT- THAT WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH- BUT LIKE A DEAD MAN." -KAFKA


I learn a good deal by merely observing you,
And letting you talk as long as you please,
And taking note of what you do not say.
—T.S. Eliot, from The Cocktail Party (via violentwavesofemotion)
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
—Sylvia Plath (via cxzmt)

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I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
—Charles Bukowski  (via agneslestrange)
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon.
—Ray Bradbury // Fahrenheit 451 (via kvtes)
Josh Bell

Josh Bell

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.
—Wallace Stevens (via quotebookshelf)
I am of those who like to stay late at the café. With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.
—Ernest Hemingway, from Winner Take Nothing (via violentwavesofemotion)

fox-party:

REALITY by Taraneh Azar (Do not repost to any websites or remove caption).

Richard Siken

Richard Siken

I drank until you weren’t real.
—Six Word Story (#12)

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I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
—Ernest Hemingway, from The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via thatkindofwoman)

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You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
—ValenteCatherynne M.. Deathless (via coffeekaling)

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bodyfluids:

Jac Jagaciak in "I Am Your Tinder Surprise" for Marfa Journal #2, photographed by Joachim Johnson

bodyfluids:

Jac Jagaciak in "I Am Your Tinder Surprise" for Marfa Journal #2, photographed by Joachim Johnson

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One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
—Unknown, Humans of New York 
(via lullabysounds)

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