My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing
What mystery breaks over me now?
In its shadow I come into life


Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Charles Bukowski, from Women (Ecco, 2007)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I am not on this earth willingly.

André Breton (via xiaoyulauer)