booksandtea:

Americano by remizova on Flickr.

So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.

—(via soul-runner)

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thevictorianlady:

Snapshots of Virginia Woolf taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell, June 1923.

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beckisbookshelf:

Fleur finally found a place where my kids can’t reach her. Smart kitty.

I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string.
I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.

—Sylvia Plath, from Three Women (via violentwavesofemotion)

fluorescent-propeller:

Kill me

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Mark Twain

(via the-bitchextraordinaire)

I’m not a fan of ‘write what you know.’ If you don’t know, find out. I knew nothing about the Bible before I started writing ‘The Year of Living Biblically.’ That was kind of the point – to learn.

—A.J. Jacobs (via writingquotes)

I don’t know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

—Ned Vizzini - It’s Kind Of A Funny Story (via jeaniee)

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The worst that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

—J.D. Salinger, De Daumier-Smith’s Blue Period (via molllyw0bbles)

cantess:

Cozy in my room (by ahnheesung)

cantess:

Cozy in my room (by ahnheesung)

[T]he drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via lifeinpoetry)