letter filled pockets
"'think how you love me,' she whispered. 'i don't ask you to love me always like this, but i ask you to remember.'

'you'll always be like this to me.'

'oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' her tears were falling. 'i'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person i am tonight.'”
-f. scott fitzgerald

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what doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive
c.c.   (via le-vide)

(via reclusivesouls)

kitty-en-classe:

The National | Pink Rabbits

(Source: redrabbits)

You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
“This is not silence
this is another poem”
and you would hand it back to me.
Leonard Cohen, Gift  (via thosehearts)

(Source: arpeggia, via thosehearts)

Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence.
Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know For Sure (via losed)

(Source: larmoyante, via weirdkidsisland)

I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore.
wild-nirvana:

•my spiritual world•
People shouldn’t have to appear always, you know, stable and content, because people aren’t always stable and content. And it makes it harder, and it makes us as a majority more unstable and more discontented because we don’t have the freedom to express all of these darker sides of our emotions. Because we’re supposed to keep everything very, you know, friendly and polite and appropriate all the time. And I think that every emotion is appropriate whenever it arises.
Fiona Apple (via haemus)

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South Carolina Lunatic Asylum, South Carolina.By Amy Heiden