"Please destroy me, please destroy me, please destroy me."
(Source: diplomatsdaughter, via violentwavesofemotion)
"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."
I have become rather fearful I suppose.
(Source: psych-facts, via glitter-lyfe)
"The little girl’s sense of secrecy that developed at prepuberty only grows in importance. She closes herself up in fierce solitude: she refuses to reveal to those around her the hidden self that she considers to be her real self and that is in fact an imaginary character: she plays at being a dancer like Tolstoy’s Natasha, or a saint like Marie Leneru, or simply the singular wonder that is herself. There is still an enormous difference between this heroine and the objective face that her parents and friends recognise in her. She is also convinced that she is misunderstood: her relationship with herself becomes even more passionate: she becomes intoxicated with her isolation, feels different, superior, exceptional: she promises that the future will take revenge on the mediocrity of her present life. From this narrow and petty existence she escapes by dreams."
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex, Vol II Chapter II: “The Girl”
"Childhood is a knife stuck in your throat. It can’t be easily removed."
— Incendies (2011)
(Source: maza-dohta, via thekidshouse)
: could you write about me, please?
she was ghost-like, dripping honeymilk and flower petals. She was pure like an infants dream, she was knives clinging to her hip. She drank dandelion tea and ate bunny flower soup. She had a flood in her heart that occasionally had rainbows come to visit. It was so damp in her heart it began to grow spores, she was so lonely but lovely.
"There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt."
Jonathan Safran Foer
(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via internalresources)
i loved you at your darkest
"Softness is not weakness.
It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel."
Beau Taplin || Shed your sharp edges.
(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via 5000letters)