" Know this and know it
more than you’ve ever
bothered to understand
anything before: I am,
as lonely as they come.
As empty as they make them.
There is a reason my liver
is filled with whiskey.
A cloaked rhyme to why my
lungs have fallen in love
with smoke.
I am lonely.
But I have come to the
conclusion that loneliness,
no matter how often it weighs
the soul, is sometimes,
a beautiful thing.
by Christopher Poindexter (via sad-plath)

(Source: sad-plath, via weirdestmelancholia)

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" Eu não tinha interesses. Eu não tinha interesses por nada. Não fazia a mínima ideia de como iria escapar. Os outros, ao menos, tinham algum gosto pela vida. Pareciam entender algo que me era inacessível. Talvez eu fosse retardado. Era possível. Frequentemente me sentia inferior. Queria apenas encontrar um jeito de me afastar de todo mundo. Mas não havia lugar para ir. Suicídio? Jesus Cristo, apenas mais trabalho. Sentia que o ideal era poder dormir por uns cinco anos, mas isso eles não permitiriam. "
by Charles Bukowski, Misto Quente.  (via nevou)

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" She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired. "
by Virginia Woolf, The Years (via misswallflower)
" Almost.
It’s a big word for me.
I feel it everywhere.
Almost home.
Almost happy.
Almost changed.
Almost, but not quite.
Not yet.
Soon, maybe.
I’m hoping hard for that.
by Joan Bauer, Almost Home (via plasticpixie)

(Source: larmoyante, via burgundythoughts)

" I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed. "
by Ernest Hemingway, from The Snows of Kilimanjaro   (via pasdesolee)

Really though

(via es-py)

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" I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion. "
by Sade Harrison (via wildsultrys0ul)

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" Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. "
by Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood (via observando)