— C.T. Salazar; Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

Sleep depravity shall kill me.

Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

I stood there dumbfounded and frozen as I read the 4 words you left me for the nth time.

"I don't trust you."

― from the person I poured secrets to

— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

14 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

Got my legs dangling over the edge.

— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”