MY LIFE ON THE BENCH

fairydrowning:

“Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.”

– Anais Nin, A Cafe in Space: The Anais Nin Literary Journal, Volume 3

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”

– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

geryone:

The Sorrow Festival, Erin Slaughter

virginiewoolf:

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

perfeqt:

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

quotespile:

“None of us are ever finished. Everyone is always a work in progress.”

— Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

sweatermuppet:

line i liked from yesterday’s writing

[Text ID: ive got teeth & really that’s all ive got. /End ID]

(via gothfiles)

s-o-u-t-h-o-f-h-e-a-v-e-n-69:

(via s-o-u-t-h-o-f-h-e-a-v-e-n-69)

crimsonkismet:

“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”

— Anaïs Nin

(via mall-goth-cult)

marcchurch: