wildness is a necessity.

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” -Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

scattered soul. mutinous mind. my heart feels 16 and my head feels 60.
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“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”

Oscar Wilde  (via lactique)

There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind

(via bl-ossomed)

clovenhoov:

Fórn.

clovenhoov:

Fórn.

  • sext: "better be careful, you might stumble into something you can't wipe off."
  • "what, like your love?"

“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous- to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”

Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via wordsnquotes)

“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

“She’s definitely eccentric, but I don’t think she’s crazy. There’s a logical thread to what she says, more or less. It’s just that…I don’t know…something’s bothering me.”

Haruki Marakumi, 1Q84 (via wordsnquotes)

“Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.”

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via whyallcaps)

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”

George Orwell, 1984 (via purplebuddhaproject)

therosesign:

Quetzalcoatl- “feathered serpent”
The wise maintain a light, a torch, a stout torch that does not smoke; A perforated mirror,  A mirror pierced on both sides.  His are the black and red ink, His are the illustrated manuscripts…. He himself is writing and wisdom. ~Codice Matritense

therosesign:

Quetzalcoatl- “feathered serpent”

The wise maintain a light, a torch, a stout torch that does not smoke;
A perforated mirror,
A mirror pierced on both sides.
His are the black and red ink,
His are the illustrated manuscripts….
He himself is writing and wisdom.
~Codice Matritense

aseaofquotes:

Jane Austen, Emma

aseaofquotes:

Jane Austen, Emma