Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence. Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)

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September 22. Nothing. Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923   (via pukin)

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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 asimetricna-vagina)

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I barely find anybody attractive. I barely feel an affection for anybody… But when I do… I fall in so deep, so hard it’s ridiculous. Bayron Ortiz (via stevenbong)

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