— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via leafsea)

— Untitled, Margaret Schnabel (via starrymar)

sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments 

— Veronica Roth (via quotemadness)

it eats me alive.

(via who-tf-r-u)

Joan Didion, from “A Book of Common Prayer,” (via ninadobrevas)

Unknown (via wnq-writers)

Carla Sofia Ferreira, from “Fragments Shored Against Our Ruins,” published in Honey & Lime (via lifeinpoetry)

— Lip Manegio, “summoning ritual for gerard way,” from We’ve All Seen Helena 

✔  angelic; woundrous and wraithlike, ferally self-centered, shrouding in your inherent eeriness and unearthly aura solely for your own comfort. defensively clinging to the solace of this otherwordliness with teeth and claws. ² harrowingly beautiful in a lurid way, in remaining always undaunted and unmercilessly blunt. ³ intuitive and silently perceptive, more than if your flesh were covered in a thousand eyes, like an ophanim. ⁴ bound to an unexplainable belief in ulterior meanings, an underlying, inescapable prophetic sense; the world is riddled with symbols. you understand most of them. ⁵ unapollogetic messenger of what you believe in; caring but uncompromisingly genuine and outspoken; “do not be afraid”; meaning sometimes my truths are going to hurt, they have a ring of epiphany. but real revelation is always painful. and i will always speak my mind.