“I Coped By Retreating And Maybe I Did Become A Mirror, A Polished Surface That Shows Nothing Of What

“It is holy / to say any name 3 times, but I’ve stood in front of enough mirrors/ to know no one is coming / just because you ask for them”

— Reyna N.A. Excerpt of “Ghost”, from “Hand Made Ghosts” (via exit152)

“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

— Kiera Cass, The One

what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // a song for a lover of long time ago - bon lver // lies about sea creatures by ada limón //cassandra: a novel and four essays by christa wolf // the next time we talk on facebook by clementine von radics // i bet on losing dogs - mitski // don’t know

I Have Never Been Forgiven for not Understanding

You Shall Know our Velocity!, Dave Eggers// @heartmush // "Outbreaks", Kitchen McKeown// "Cures for Shame", Rookiemag// The Allure of Shame, John Dalton// "Outbound", Hieu Minh Nguyen// Visual Overdose//

christopher marlowe wrote plays 400 years ago and they went on to give me massive brain rot

“Alleyways are a coffin–– this city is become my tomb. I am ghost: nameless, soon to be forgotten, another statistic for articles. Here lies NO-ONE, NO-BODY, child in an adult’s body. Heartless, warm, harsh/gentle, innocence stripped away too soon. Here lies a childhood. Alleyways are a coffin–– this city is become my tomb. Little child, lost: Another faceless child swallowed in the belly of a beast.”

— unmarked graves. (CNS)

“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via perfectquote)

Let something happen. Something terrible, something bloody.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams; from ‘Stone Boy with Dolphin’

Margaret Atwood, from "Three Desk Objects", Selected Poems : 1965-1975

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous.