And most important, I’ll choose to believe that sometimes the happiest ending isn’t the one you keep longing for, but something you absolutely cannot see from where you are.
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via aurelle)

(Source: emotional-algebra)

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
By Joshua Espinoza  (via quibbler)

(Source: doubtsbestally)

It just feels like a punch to the gut.
even if it was a punch you didn’t throw,
it still hurts

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.
Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via letteratura-litterature)
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
Sylvia Plath, 3 months before her suicide. (via isobutane)
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
Sylvia Plath  (via mirroir)

(Source: rosettes)

This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a
long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlinlondon)
you
are an
alchemist
when you
transform
thoughts
into things

jurne azubiah (via divineblu)
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
Anneli Rufus (via snowcladpines)

(Source: seabois)

We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.
Brené Brown, Daring Greatly  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: pureblyss)

all these poems about people leaving and not one
about how I convinced myself to stay.
I know what you want to hear-
that I slayed the dragon and swallowed my demons
and laughed in the face of my nightmares
and lived happily ever after-
but the truth is much more ordinary.
the truth is I breathe through the pain
even on the days it whistles between my ribs
on every inhale and every exhale
and I celebrate like hell on the days it doesn’t make a sound.

Fortesa Latifi - the d word is the elephant in the room (via madgirlf)
There is a danger in thinking too much, that, you will ignore what’s really happening, and you’ll miss those moments.
Ezra Miller, Elle Girl Interview  (via z-oh)