I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there. - I Don’t Know Where to Go From Here (#370: April 7, 2014) 
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ashleighgarch:

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She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. -

One day by D.Nicholls

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

- Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)
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Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those. - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via perfect)