At its best, love shows us a photo of ourselves we’ve never seen before but find...
I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if i’m trying to...– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via saisonlune)
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is...– Edvard Munch (via joydivisions)
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” — Charles Bukowski
Silver Moon Crystal Power Kiss!: Last night a... →
silvermoon424: I answered him in an ask, but I decided to post these separately so they’ll be easier to find! I also added some more. The Descent (United Kingdom, 2005) Ringu (Japan, 1998) Ju-on (Japan, 2000) Perfect Blue (Japan, 1997) The Poughkeepsie Tapes (US, 2007) Noroi (Japan, 2005) Bug (US,…
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...– Sylvia Plath (via annanowocinska)
Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping...– K.I. Hope, hector (via mirroir)