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


too fucking real

too fucking real

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
—C.S. Lewis (via theantiquated)

(Source: amandaonwriting)

conor oberst today in central park. dreams really do come true.

i said too much, but god, i just don’t care.

You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion. Never.
Seymour - An Introduction by J.D. Salinger (via gemompel)
Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.
—J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction (via knockturn)
half face update

half face update

Nabokov lol

Nabokov lol

playground love playing in some quaint williamsburg bake shop. how to feel. how to feeeeel.

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)

(Source: larmoyante)

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)