"And it struck me that if anything was a miracle, it was this: the lovely moments we all experienced during the small, almost imperceptible periods of relief. The instant the unbearable pain and the tears faded away, and I saw with my own eyes how vast the workings of the universe were, I would feel my sister’s soul." 

Banana Yoshimoto (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via jesuisuneamesolitaire)

"Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared, or you think about the poor people on the sidewalk below - what if there are kids coming home from school and they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to forget this terrible thing you’re going to make them see? And the moment’s over. You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air." 

Carolyn Parkhurst (The Dogs of Babel)

(Source: larmoyante, via pyrexia)

(Source: raccoonology, via yourmorningcoffee)

(via ghoullll)

• lypophrenia: a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause
• drapetomania: an overwhelming urge to run away
• escapism: a mental desire to retreat from unpleasant realities through fantasy
• wanderlust: a desire to travel, to understand one’s very existence
• dysania: the state of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning
• sanctuary: a small safe place in a troubling world
• metathesiophobia: fear of change

(Source: ohbabyitsnatalie, via sinkinmybones)

athousandlittlewords:

If you were a word, what would you be?

If I were a word, I wouldn’t roll easily off the tongue. I would have sharp edges and loud sounds, consonants and vowels, and leave an acrid taste. I would be contrapuntal or conundrum or chaotic. I have an affinity for sounds…

histoiresdeloups:

Ouragan & Éclipse - Jim Morrison

(via rose-publique)

kleinbottle:

‘there are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about’

ephapses:

On average, 5 people are born every second and 1.78 people die.
So we’re ahead by 3.22, which is good, I think.

The average person will spend two weeks in his life
waiting for the traffic light to change.

Pubescent girls wait two to four years
for the tender lumps under their nipples to grow.

…

(Source: readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com)

aseaofquotes:

Edgar Allan Poe, “A Dream Within a Dream”

(via mysticsoul)