"I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger."

Simone de Beauvoir  (via mercurieux)

(Source: man-of-prose, via flevr)


maybe it’s just my imagination, but even tho u fuck me like u still love me, i think i can feel u hate me when u r far away

"When I fell out of the light, I entered
The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard."

Sylvia Plath, “The Stones,” from The Colossus: And Other Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

"This time I’m conscious enough to choose differently. It’s different, and therefore a little unpleasant, but I know I’m supporting myself in welcoming a new and soul-full experience."


Prayer for yourself and your spirit is amazing
But it’s not until you consistently pray for others,
Including people you don’t know or don’t particularly like,
That you truly see a change in your spirit
Lend your spirit to someone else today
Begin to make a habit of being a vessel for other people’s blessings

(via fashion-eater)

"Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something."


I don’t love you anymore. (via widths)

(Source: gestured, via undaze)


I stopped writing, for some time, if you hadn’t noticed.
Because I was sick, very sick. Every word I wrote was about ‘you’.
It was either chop my hand, burn my brain, or just shut the fuck up about it and get over it.
I realized no one wants to read about my problems in a poetically dress manner (and by no one I mean me).

For Love

I feel like I just walked a thousand miles into the desert hoping this rock would spare me water.

But I was disappointed.

And now I have to walk a thousand miles back crying of thirst. 

We need to stop feeling sorry for ourselves.

We all did this to ourself.