Dark Cathedral of My Skull

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.

(Source: sirmitchell)

I am no Saint, no Spartan, no Reformer.

(Source: 18thcentury)

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

(Source: day488, via elle-dee)

My private life is an inside joke, no one will explain it to me.

(Source: carol-in-hr, via the-wantingcomesinwaves)

There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t, and a blush for having done it: There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.

(Source: jeuxdestimbres, via 19thcentury)

These days man knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.

(Source: fyeahliteraryquotes, via 19thcentury)

It’s not the consumers’ job to know what they want.

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What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?

(via leprintemps)

In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.

(Source: teenage-battlefield, via 10pointstojessie)

I want to both combat you and submit to you, because as a woman I adore your courage, I adore the pain in engenders, I adore the struggle you carry in yourself, which I alone fully realize, I adore your terrifying sincerity. I adore your strength. You are right. The world is to be caricatured, but I know, too, how much you can love what you caricature. How much passion there is in you! It is that I feel in you. I do not feel the savant, the reveler, the observer. When I am with you, it is the blood I sense.

(Source: coquettle, via leprintemps)

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

(Source: sirmitchell)

You know I am not particularly tender; I’ve had to strike and to fend off. I’ve had to resist and to attack sometimes … according to the demands of such sort of life as I had blundered into. I’ve seen the devil of violence, and the devil of greed, and the devil of hot desire;

(Source: airwalker, via leprintemps)

When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

(Source: danseurs, via leprintemps)

i read in my poetry books that yelda was the starless night tormented lovers kept vigil, enduring the endless dark, waiting for the sun to rise and bring with it their loved one. after i met soraya taheri, every night of the week. ecame yelda for me.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.