“A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.”
– Adrienne Rich  (via virginwhoreofbabylon)

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“My memories make me vomit.”
– Alice Liddell. (via meltycum)

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“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.”
– Bell Hooks (via mishproductions)

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“Privacy and security are those things you give up when you show the world what makes you extraordinary.”
– Margaret Cho (via quotedojo)

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loveal0ne:  

loveal0ne:

 

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“I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.”
– Charlotte Green (via glasscoffin)

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Last year I made some pretty critical errors in judgment about someone and about my feelings and as a result the ring my Grandmother gave me for my 18th birthday before she died has been stolen from my room. 

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“The ego says, ‘I shouldn’t have to suffer,’ and that thought makes you suffer so much more. It is a distortion of the truth, which is always paradoxical. The truth is that you need to say yes to suffering before you can transcend it.”
– Eckhart Tolle  (via klonazepam)

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Is there anything slightly less useless than bio oil?

My favourite poem

She once asked me 
the name of my
favourite poet
and I replied

God

She laughed
and played along
and asked me
which one of his
works was my
absolute favourite

I said it was
the one
where he
wrote her
into existence

xq

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aseaofquotes: Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

aseaofquotes:

Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.”
– Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories (via mirroir)

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“She knew that one day, when she was a very old woman, she would dream this dream for the last time, and in this very last dream of all she would see the little white horse, and he would not go away from her. He would come towards her, and she would run towards him, and he would carry her on his back away and away, she did not quite know where, but to a good place, a place where she wanted to be.”
– Elizabeth Goudge, The Little White Horse (via ellenkushner)

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