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You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)

This new calm was becoming unsettling.

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

shout out to everyone who was forced to internalize all their emotions growing up and now have a constant underlying anger that colors every part of their lives bc they never got to learn how to process their feelings

Then he said to me, “Don’t people touch each other at your house?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I just wondered,” he said. “You flinch every time someone touches you.”

Flinching, Page 65–Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech (via jostenneil)

MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

nawal el saadawi, ‘woman at point zero’

[ID: “'My father was no different from a king except for one thing.’ ‘And what is that?’ ‘He never taught me to kill. He left me to learn it alone as I went through life.’ ‘Did life teach you to kill?’ 'Of course it did.'” end ID]

Justice League (2017) dir. Zack Snyder

Me @ Everyone

Lying Odysseus replied, ‘I will tell you the truth completely.’

Odyssey 24.303-4, trans. Emily Wilson (via terpsikeraunos)

Philip Pullman, The Shadow in the North

Submitted by nyttjaaa.

Get rid of that and there’s nothing left.

so the boy is not a wolf– but he bites like one. when you tell everyone he has teeth, he just smiles and smiles.

ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.”

Ally Carter, Uncommon Criminals (via b-ookquotes)

he’s only seventeen and already a monster

Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.

We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

he’s a boy waiting for tragedy with a mouthful of diamond teeth

thoughts #297 | r.m (via rmeisel)

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?

Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?

Czeslaw Milosz, from New and Collected Poems (1931 - 2001); “Farewell” (via echymosis)

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors, played by somebody I do not know.

John Keats (via ruedamour)

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

Charles Bukowski  (via jungminhee)

the secret history - donna tartt