Nostalgic Nihilism.

Intense, perceptive, blonde, lovely Sylvia. Perhaps she knew too much in a way. Perhaps, I know too much in a way as well. Mind me, I’m even darker than that. Slightly more evil.

—Anne Sexton, on Sylvia Plath from “A self-portrait in letters.”  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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She was beautiful. One got the impression that she was following phantoms; she was consumed by shivering sensations of eternally pursuing something unattainable. Something about her was tear-streaming; she existed in the midst of unconsciousness. And she could only be seen not by those who ceased looking but rather by those who absolutely exhausted it.

—Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Stories Of Katherine Mansfield (via violentwavesofemotion)

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at my injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

—Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights (via arosary)

If you meet someone whose soul is not aligned with yours, send them love and move along.

—Wayne W. Dyer  (via thatkindofwoman)

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It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than anyone else, but simply because it is in my nature to love the silent backwater.

—Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.

—John Green (via u—tried)

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