“I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.”

Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via 5000letters)
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“I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via perfect)
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“I reflect now that the earth is only a pebble flicked off accidentally from the face of the sun and that there is no life anywhere in the abysses of space.”

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Jul 27, 2014

“Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?”

Sylvia Plath, “Elm,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)
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“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)
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Jul 26, 2014

“I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.”

Franz Kafka to Milena (via c-ovet)
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“When I was seven, I wanted to glue autumn leaves back onto the branches they fell from, returning each to its home. Yesterday, I stepped on a pile of damp leaves on the sidewalk. When I heard them crunch beneath my feet, I felt nothing.”

Kayla Hollatz, This is what growing up looks like. (via thetalltwig)
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Jul 26, 2014

“That’s why trees remain quiet all winter.
They’re not going anywhere.”

Anne Sexton, “Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound,” from All My Pretty Ones (via lifeinpoetry)
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“What is the sound of a feeling?”

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XQ.