Sylvia Plath, from The Bell Jar (via wc1h0bx)
(via greggarnett)
I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.
If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
Haruki Murakami (via amon-isis)
(Source: the-healing-nest, via amon-isis)
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
Virginia Woolf (via cleanbedroommessybed)
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I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.
