theeozzy:

(via carbonatedmustard)

hummingbirdbones:

“I was, as it were, in pieces, soul and body. I had really forgotten my past and looked forward to no future, finding it difficult to imagine the possibility of surviving all the fatigue.”

— Simone Weil, from a letter featured in “Waiting for God; The Letters and Notebooks,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

violentwavesofemotion:

“Why am I not in contact with my anger? What do I feel?”

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

(via hummingbirdbones)

violentwavesofemotion:

“For me you were nothing in the least like a curiosity, I couldn’t pick and choose, I had to take everything.”

— Franz Kafka, tr. by Ernst Kaiser, from “Letter to the Father,”

(via erotlque)

pattieboyd:

“My spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via antigonick)

(via tinyblu3hands)