I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me ; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Elm (via henrydear)
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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality. Franz Kafka to Milena (via man-of-prose)
adorleehaze: thecellophaneflower: adorleehaze: Please help I’m squeezing my eyes tightly shut and sending you lustrous golden vibes and an ivory-flower scented embrace. Je t’adore.
megandraper: i need money so i can redecorate my room in the style of a brothel during the belle époque
adorleehaze: “so I foreglimpsed her; a velvet hair ribbon was still clutched in her hand; her honey-brown body, with the white negative image of a rudimentary swimsuit patterned against her tan…” –Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
princesslimbs: I want what life will never give me
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. Pablo Neruda (via faeriette)
When you lose the attachment to materialism, you find yourself, and once you have yourself there is nothing in all the world you are not capable of achieving. Aaliyah Royle (via aaliyahroyle)