"Even though cold is colder. Far is further. Now is longer. Even though it takes so long to dig myself out of you. I still dig."
— I Wrote This For You: The Dirt Beneath Fingernails (via bloodisthenewblackk)
(Source: word-digest, via spilledover)
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"She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her, there’s nothing there."
— Ryū Murakami (via bloodisthenewblackk)
(Source: decompositionbeauty, via spilledover)
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"Sometimes at night in bed I dream, dream of all my life could be and all I could do. I think about my future and the possibilities that lay before me. There is always a moment in this thought. A moment where I realize that in order to do it all, in order to really live and not merely exist, I cannot go on living the way I have done. I must fight it with all my strength."
— Lucy Sparrow (via spilledover)
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"I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness… I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions… There is nowhere to go."
— Sylvia Plath (via lozengeoflovee)
(Source: slekes, via lozengeoflovee)
