"There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; There is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person."
- Anaïs Nin  (via billowy)
"It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere."
- Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via amyjellicoes)
"A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go."
- E.E. Cummings (via elliesattlers)
"I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it."
- Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via ryotakises)
"We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones."
-  Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays  (via charmingnotion)
"But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came."
- Virginia Woolf, The Years (via amyjellicoes)
"You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest—where you want to erect a museum.
Don’t hoard the past, Astrid.
Don’t cherish anything.
Burn it.
The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge."
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via jandoe23)
"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via apathie)
"We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones."
-  Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays  (via charmingnotion)
"Last year I abstained
this year I devour

without guilt
which is also an art"
- Margaret Atwood, Last Year I Abstained (via elliesattlers)
"She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired."
- Virginia Woolf, The Years  (via snowjon)
"And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind."
- Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler  (via elige)
"I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore."
- Virginia Woolf (via nnairi)
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