(Source: decembrist)
I’m not brave any more, darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
Alice Roosevelt with her dog Leo - 1902
She smoked cigarettes in public, chewed gum, placed bets with bookies, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, and kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach, which she often wore wrapped around one arm and took to parties. Her father President Theodore Roosevelt once said of her “I can either run the country or I can attend to Alice, but I cannot possibly do both.”
I think there are bed bugs in your mattress.
Last night after you fucked me
My blood felt a little bit thinner,
And I had the strongest urge to rip apart the skin at the nape of my neck.You used to write me love letters in pencil.
After I read them my fingertips…
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
Robin Williams (via seabois)
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.
Everyday (David Levithan)
Writers are the tortured ones. They rip themselves to confetti to write, and you may find it beautiful as they fall on you like parade, but they feel every division of them torn, tossed into the wind.
Writers never love, they just have brief moments of un-hurt, when the ghosts inside of them stop…
