Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton
403"It’s intoxicating, the way you never leave my brain; the way you float through and within me. We can’t make sense of each other and yet something lies there, waiting to be said or unsaid. It’s beautiful, the way that you never leave my brain; it’s like some privilege you’ve gained from me – you just never leave my brain. On some days, daydreams attain meaning; the very meaning that you decide to give them. And once you make daydreams meaningful, hold your breath, right there, you’re creating your own illusion and set it free to play with reality. And I want to be with you in this, you know? I want this because I want it with you. Did you say something? Did I miss the connotation behind that smile? Am I allowed to undress you in mind, am I allowed to pretend I don’t care whether you sense this or not? You know you’ve never left my brain; somehow it throws itself at you and moves inward toward the unknown territory of some thoughtless desire. You will remain there because I demand it of you. Play along and do not ask for an explanation; it’s a brain thing, who would dare mention the soul? The soul must surrender because you never leave my brain. The soul must accept its loss; it must courageously step back and resign. It’s infuriating, the way you never leave my brain; continue doing so as long as you don’t mess with fate. Keep away from me and ignore me. Let’s talk about something I’ve forgotten to mention: You never leave my brain." - All These Things You Wish You’d Say

Anonymous said: Have you read Haruki Murakami's The Wind Up Bird Chronicle? I read it for the first time when I was 15, and I didn't understand a word of it. I reread it again a few years later, and I don't get it at all. The book left me quite unsettled, to say the least. If you haven't read the book, are there any books that you (not trying to say this in a mean manner, sorry if it comes off this way!) don't fully understand? Wow this is such a long message. Sorry. Have a nice day.

I haven’t, I don’t like him that much tbh


Anonymous said: What's you're favorite food? How many times a day do you poop? Do you wear socks?

you’re intrusive and annoying

820"…most of all, I’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you." - Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena 

(Source: hellanne)


Anonymous said: What are your thoughts on Amy's last concert in Belgrade?

Suicide on stage


Anonymous said: “I know of the hatred and envy of your hearts. You are not great enough not to know hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!” I have been thinking a lot about this and I don't know what this means. What does it mean to you, if you are so willing to share?

We don’t embrace our darker sides enough; we don’t embrace our instincts, our vanities, our private envies and generally the complexities which make us what we are — simply human. We live under the constant awareness of the “evils” of our characters because we’re not innerly strong enough to conceive even the possibility of truly accepting our deepest humanity. When it comes to us, we accept as parts of us only our “positive” traits and we shut out or wilfully turn a blind eye to whatever about us that seems “bad” or “unknown”. We don’t have the faintest conception about what really is us and lack the courage to dig deeper and find out. That’s why we’re not great enough to know anything, even hatred and envy. Because deep inside we don’t want to know them. We’re afraid of our private darkness, refuse to look at it for what it is. So Nietzsche is all about: Our humanity doesn’t have to do with the purity of our being. It has to do with wholeness; wholeness is the core of our being and it is our duty to attempt knowing it. Be human. Know your darkness and know your light. Embody both. If you can’t know your darkness, if you’re unwilling to know it and therefore unworthy of knowing it, then at least do not be ashamed of it. Do not dare feel “shame” over something you’ve no idea of in the first place. The falseness of that particular sense of shame is disgusting because we don’t own it enough. It just becomes us out of fear; out of fear of connecting with what we’re most afraid of.



you do not need to yell though


Cy Twombly, the Bacchus series
246"My soul’s bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself." - Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights


I bet that’s why you check out my blog legit every day of your miserable existence

506"I cannot continue in this condition. I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!" - Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
200"He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness — mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine." - Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
245"You talk of her mind being unsettled — how the devil could it be otherwise, in her frightful isolation?" - Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
175"I know of the hatred and envy of your hearts. You are not great enough not to know hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!" - Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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