January 2011
44 posts
“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Initiation by Sylvia Plath (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“We spoke in whispers when we spoke at all…”
– Robert Hayden, The Night-Blooming Cereus
“I see its colour. June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thatswhatshesaidquotes) (via awritersruminations)
“Sally lies in bed with her eyes closed. What she sees is her own heart, in black...”
– Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg
“Her heart looked so insubstantial, like a bag of gelatin, something that would...”
– Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg
“Some kisses,’ said Lyndall, ” can explode the whole set plan of a...”
– Anaïs Nin, A Dangerous Perfume
“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”
– Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahbukowski)
