(Source: oracles)

When you break your bone you don’t try to set it back in place yourself. You go to the hospital. Why is it that people think they can fix their brain, the most crucial part of their body, all by themselves.
My 11th grade math teacher (via sickofbeingsuicidal)
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Carl Sandburg (via writingquotes)
Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.
Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: aestheticgoddess)