Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath; August 8th 1952

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

— Ivan Turgenev 

“With her white hair and her white dress she was so white that she looked silver.”

— Sylvia Plath

“My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis (via quotemadness)

“are you okay” no i’m fairy stuck in a human body

she loves classical music, poetry, makeup, sweet scents, baking, pink roses, the moon, skin care, macarons and cats

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“You and I are so special; the miracles we know, no one knows, and no one loves the way we love.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

“It was a fine night early in April. A myriad stars mingling with the light of a sickle moon,”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,”