|One of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened before. |
-- Joan Didion (via thatkindofwoman)
"It’s impossible," said pride.
"It’s risky," said experience.
"It’s pointless," said reason.
"Give it a try," whispered the heart.
-- Author Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
|Were you ever just dandelion wine? |
Did you ever let your body be an altar?
Were you ever the loudest in the room?
Did you ever let your pain lay open?
Spread it out across your face?
Let it be the dirge it is?
|I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, |
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Everything you love is here
|You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. |
-- Catherynne M. Valente (via hip-)
|Some women are|
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.
|I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. |
-- Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via thatkindofwoman)
|I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. |
-- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thatkindofwoman)