Forever Young

"The heart remains unchanged under it all."
W.B. Yeats, from The Hour Glass (via violentwavesofemotion)
"I was getting depressed. My life wasn’t going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing."
Charles Bukowski (via saintofsass)

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"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde  (via unmaiden)

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"Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn."
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris  (via herkindoftea)

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"to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again."
"The Thing Is," Ellen Bass (via commovente)

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"I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I."
 Greta Garbo (via teenager90s)
"To be someone is to be someone alone. To be
someone is solitude."
Antonio Porchia, from Voices (via violentwavesofemotion)