tenuous ghost

"I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t."

- The Kite Runner (via siryiyi)

(via d-darque)

"Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in. I see your eyes lifting their tents. They are blue stones, they begin to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise and I wonder what you can see, as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies. My arms fit you like a sleeve, they hold catkins of your willows, the wild bee farms of your nerves, each muscle and fold of your days. And now that’s that. There is nothing more that I can say or lose. I tighten to refuse your owling eyes, my fragile visitor. I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise against me. We unlearn. I am a shore rocking you off. You break from me. I choose your only way and hand you off, trembling the selves we lose."

- Anne Sexton, Unknown Girl (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Do you exist? Have I made you up?"

- Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

"I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."

- Franz Kafka; from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914  (via nc-17)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via givesgoodface)

"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you’."

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via rainydaysandblankets)

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