the-book-diaries:

“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.”

— Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil

444-archive:

tinaseh:

KangHee Kim

www.kanghee.kim

please don’t remove credit

theglumplum:

coffee-and-quotes:

“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

#thoughts

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lifeinpoetry:

just outside

             a bird begins, with me
still wondering what part of you

I lose each day
to another language, another song.

— Maia Elsner, from “Goldfinch,” published in The Missouri Review

wholeheartedsuggestions:

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

exceptionals:

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

kids-n-teens-blog:

virgoboy:

tumblr is like are you SURE you want to look at this blog you’ve followed for 4 years it contains adult content now

juansendizon:

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”

— Sylvia Plath

non-secure: