From my rotting body flowers shall grow, and I am in them and that is eternity.– Edvard Munch (via monowitz)
As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.– Andy Warhol (via skeletales)
mols: I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of their skulls well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of their beds.
If you and I are not different, what do we have to give to each other? How can...– A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood (via letsgobananas)
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you...– Maya Angelou (via skeletales)
Very jaded and tired and depressed and cross, and so take the liberty of...– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 30 November 1939 (via proustitute)
I thought about all the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close