Anne Sexton, from Letters To Dr. Y. (via violentwavesofemotion) once said:


I love the word warm.
It is almost unbearable —
so moist and breathlike.

I feel the earth like a nurse,
curing me of winter.
I feel the earth,
its worms oiling upward,
the ants ticking,
the oak leaf rotting like feces
and the oats rising like angels.

In the beginning,
summer is a sense
of this earth,
or of yourself.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via violentwavesofemotion) once said:

"Let your kindness be your final self-conquest."


i can’t wait to not have kids and spend all my money on myself

(via violentwavesofemotion)

Keith Miller (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

once said:

"The way you love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."

Frida Kahlo. (via poesia-en-la-lengua) once said:

"…Sigo mal y seguiré peor, pero voy aprendiendo a estar sola y eso ya es una ventaja y un pequeño triunfo."