"I've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones."
July 23rd
01:22
Via
"I swear I’m okay. I’m just tired. And no, not just the kind of tired where I’ve had a long day, but the kind of tired where I slept for 7 hours last night, and yet, I feel as though I haven’t had a good night’s rest in months. The kind of tired where taking a deep breath feels like carrying twice my body weight. The kind of tired where I feel as though I’ve been searching for you as if you were the last piece of buried treasure on this earth. The kind of tired that I fear no amount of sleep can ever cure."
—  Connotativewords | jl | Weak and Weary (via posheedgi)
July 22nd
21:39
Via
"She was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it."
—  Amy Waldman, The Submission (via the-unfeminine-female)

Inside and Out

by Feist

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Schusev State Museum of Architecture

Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)

by Julie London

"Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable- your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers- and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves."
—  Black Telephone - Richard Siken (via pale—ghosts)
"Sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they’re lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another."
—  José Saramago, The Tale of the Unknown Island (via man-of-prose)
"My fingertips miss her so much."
—  Andrea Gibson, ”Staircase” (via lesbian-a-la-mode)
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The Windows

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The Windows