"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart...I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly."
-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
forever in love
with your dark night
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.
George Eliot // Edward Young // Malcolm Liepke // Marcel Proust // Kahlil Gibran // Thomas Aquinas // Holly Warburton // Taylor Swift // Arnold Lobel // Ralph Waldo Emerson
~The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
who up experiencing divine madness
— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo
[text ID: but the sunflower is mine in a way.]
Oh to be the Broken Ace.
To be so good at everything that you’re never good enough.
To walk around with a regal air that nobody questions because your reputation always precedes you.
People avoid you because they don’t trust themselves to act around you.
Even more, they don’t trust your response.
The people around you harbour the worst kind of doubt, the deepest kind of fear, the most damaging kind of insecurity.
And that’s the thing.
You are good.
Annoyingly so.
Your all-consuming demons have made sure of it.
"Be brave, be curious, be determined, overcome the odds. It can be done” ―Stephen Hawking, Brief Answers to the Big Questions
musings on the sun
christina perneta, noor hindi, vincent van gogh, jeanette winterson, zinaida vysota docenko, anne sexton, olga kos, khalil gibran