"The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn’t exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.”
— Siegfried Sassoon (via sunsetquotes)

metamorphesque:

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— The Truth the Dead Know, Anne Sexton

[text ID: It is June. I am tired of being brave.]

dark-soul9:

stuck between overemotional and emotionless at the same time

lsseymiyake:

restart, and heal

metamorphesque:

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― Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

[text ID: To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.]

kristenbouchard:

sitting on the floor is an emotion

monsieurleprince:

“phosphene”

(fɒs fin), noun, Physiology | Known as the phenomenon of "seeing stars" as a result from rubbing your eyes, phosphene is defined as a luminous image, which is fabricated by a mechanical stimulation of the retina, such as adding pressure to your eyeballs, e.g.: sneezing; laughing; blowing your nose; or experiencing low blood pressure (standing up too quickly). An ironic and beautiful word, phosphene is the state of seeing light without light penetrating the eye.  (via wordsnquotes)

paper-fairy:

“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 

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