"The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies."
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (via leritas)
"I opened “You slut” and found church pews
I opened church pews and found desperation
I opened desperation and found music
I opened music and found my father
I opened my father and found my broken heart
I opened my heart and found you leaving me
I opened leaving and found “You are impossible to love”
I opened “Impossible” and found a scream
I opened a scream and found childhood.
I opened childhood and found a swingset
I opened swingsets and found first kisses
I opened first kisses and found scared mothers
I opened scared mothers and found my mother
I opened my mother and found a scream."
Let’s Start With The Insult, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
(via peu-vulpse)
"Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath."
Francesca Lia Block (via skeletales)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via skeletales)
(Source: scarletminds, via whatusedtobeyours)
"The sound was swept away by the mindless air."
Iain M. Banks, from The Hydrogen Sonata (via the-final-sentence)
"Once more the house and I are alone."
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude (via the-final-sentence)
"I want to write a novel about Silence,” he said; “the things people don’t say."
Virginia Woolf (via anditslove)
(Source: kitty-en-classe, via thingssheloves)
"
Your mother would habitually ask me, “are you staying for dinner?”
whenever I arrived through the door.
I always thought I was rude
when I told her,
“Thank you, but I already ate.”
The truth is,
I have never really learnt
how to sit at a table and eat
in front of people,
because I always thought
I was intruding
on some form of story
being shared,
that I wasn’t a part of.
Lauren Flynn, “Chicken fajitas.” (via peu-vulpse)
(Source: earthlynation, via peu-vulpse)
"you deserve your love much more than anyone else does."
Gala Darling, from “100 Ways You Can Start Loving Yourself Now” (via pianoter)
(via peu-vulpse)
(via supernovaofcosmiclove)
"What if we are only figments of each others imagination?” He said.
She laughed, “If that is true, then my oh my has our imagination served us well."
Lauren Flynn, “Splinter: ix.” (via peu-vulpse)
