May 2012
April 2012
“From my rotting body,
Flowers shall grow
And I am in them
And that is...”
– Edvard Munch (via monocled—misanthrope)
redefinitionofbeauty:
I don’t know what I want in life. I don’t know what I want right now. All I know is that I’m hurting so much inside that it’s eating me, and one day, there won’t be any of me left.
“There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t...”
– Haruki Murakami - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (via permanentlyout)
“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be...”
– Wasted, Marya Hornbacher (via theseliteraryquotes)
“Tortured souls don’t scream.
They stay silent. They have no
reason to be...”
– Haiku by Kat (via wordscatchflight) 