emigration:

why do white people breathe so hard like haven’t you stolen enough

wow guys u know what’s wild? it feels like yesterday i saw 8 weeks count til i see gvf but now it’s FOUR WEEKS and THREE DAYS are u joking me rn

ramisus-christ:

me as a detective: WHO DID THIS 😂😂😂

rosehoneydays:

“…the honey washed all over me, and I died in sweetness.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by N. C. Germanakos, from “Kassandra and the Wolf,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

violentwavesofemotion:

“Icy mirrors, fiery roses, ambiguous grace. December arrives, bleeding and cruel.”

— Georges Rodenbach, from “Clouds of Light, in a Diamond Mist,” wr. c. 1880

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

una-ciudad-diminuta:

It’s 6:45 AM and you’re taking the subway to got to work. The station is basically empty and a little bit cold. you feel your eyes heavy so you take a sip of you coffee and put your headphones on.

Is a cold morning in the isle of berk, you go to the neaest hill to get a better look of the landscape. The’res a thick fog and is drizzling, you can feel the cold air clean your lungs. you look up and see some dragons gracefully flying.

You have been feeling terrible lately so your friends suggest that you should go out with them, you know is a terrible idea but you go anyways. the city lights blind you as you try to dance the pain away. 

sideeffectsinclude:

“… What do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify it or push it outside or find its beauty within.”

Excerpt From: Elizabeth Wurtzel. “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America.”