Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the...– The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats (via suicideblonde)
Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, but...– Closer
You never realize how sad you are until you leave.– On NYC
He begins to sob eventually, saying, in a guttural, choked words: “I was never enough. I was never enough.” I try to consol him and after a while, he does calm down. “You always knew what to say, Celia,” he says. “You always had the perfect words and I never did.” This is true, I think, but instead say, in a soothing, neutral tone: “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. It was neither of our faults.”...
"Nice to pretend"
We went to a restaurant with his family once, for lunch. It was Japanese and had low-hung, dusk-scented lights. The kinds that make you feel as if you’re in a hushed cavern, or some kind of hooded brothel. We arrived late because they invited me last minute, so I spent too long showering and attempting to perfect my face, my outfit. This was, of course, the family. I had to make a good impression,...
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via anditslove)
I hope the roof flies off and I get sucked into space.– Bill Murray, Moonrise Kingdom (via bbook)
I realized that I had spent
too much of my time beating myself up for things that were meant to happen.
And yet we are told that femininity is in danger; we are exhorted to be women,...– Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex. (via tenementhalls)
Dear Coquette: On putting up with a narcissist. →
dearcoquette: My partner’s mother has Narcissistic Personality Disorder. It has affected her dramatically throughout her life and throughout her relationships. I want to be supportive, and its hard. Do you know anything about NPD? A diagnosis of NPD just gives a name to a pattern of behavior. It is not an…
During the day he clung to life, and yet many nights when he went to sleep, he...– J. Rand (via nevver)
You go inside. You sneak away into Mark’s staircase that leads to the second garage. The house is enormous. Filled with lavish pain and mute suffering. The facelessness of it all terrifies you. It’s as if no one has ever lived in such a house-like the people that live there are only people there, they are not immune to suffering just because they are rich. No one is spared. You sit on the highest...
what would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? the world would...– muriel rukeyser, from “käthe kollwitz” (via proustitute) oh! i love this poem. she is one of the reasons i went to vassar. (not for the collections. just to be in the same place.) where is my muriel rukeyser book? (via karaj)
dreadnought-hoax: I had a date tonight. It was...