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Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Kate Jacobs (via quotemadness)

Mary Oliver, from “Blue Iris”, Devotions

The Poems of Emily Brontë; Privately Printed Poems, ‘XXXVII’ c. August 12th 1839

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

I love characters that are completely harmless until they finally unleash their power and then they’re TERRIFYING

Darling, you were never meant to be Atlas; Lay down the world for a moment. I promise you, it will not fall.

heavy is the head that does not rest // p.s. (via gallixie)

dont underestimate the power of kindness. strength is not being cold hearted and aloof, it’s being amicable in the face of bitterness or gentle with those who need to be loved. so please, if nothing else, be kind.

the war is over (the war is never over), so march on home, little soldier, and watch your back - when you talk to the dead, the dead talk back.

need a medic? | s. r. (via brownbicon)

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

give me two characters who are each other’s home. two characters who feel completely safe, warm and protected in each other’s presence, and who are completely respected by the other. two people who, on some level or another, were missing that little extra spark they needed to feel fully confident and accepted as their whole selves until the other came along. they don’t “fix each other” or “make each other better”–they give the other the support they need to build on what was already inside them. sure they might kiss, or make goo-goo eyes, but they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh and smile, because for once they feel comfortable enough in themselves and with each other to be vulnerable in that way. two complete people who finally find someone to share all of themselves with. and no matter what they do or how far they go, they’ll always have each other to come back home to. 

“patience” is not a word, it’s a whole mental and psychological mindset

Ariel: ‘Elm’ by Sylvia Plath

- lost and found

[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

Tender Buttons, Gertrude Stein

(…) something is left of what happened (…) that marks the line between past and present like an iron barrier.

Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, July 1882 (via weltenwellen)

I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless. But the blood on my hands scares me to death, maybe I’m waking up today

Jaymes Young - I’ll be good. (via stringimipiuchepuoi)

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They're taken aback by softness. They're confused by warm words and being cared for. They're almost scared by the loving way they're looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it's going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don't feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It's been proven time again that they're unlovable and yet...

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren't sure they want it to stop.

My demons and I are a packaged deal, my heart even comes with a custom seal.

(via forever-deep-in-thought)

Rainer Maria Rilke, Ahead of All Parting

I’m a sucker for characters who see troubled kids in dangerous situations and basically go “they need parents, guess that’s me now”