Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via seabois)
It’s a bit like feeling you’re dying. Or disappearing. That’s it: disappearing. It seems as if your eyes are slipping away from your face, and your hands are becoming another’s hands, and then you think what’s happening to me?, and in the meantime your heart is beating inside you so hard you’re dying for it to stop, it won’t leave you in peace…and all over you feel as if parts of you were going away, and then I tell myself, think about something, you must hang on to a thought, if I can shrink into that thought then it will all pass, all you must do is resist, but the fact is that…and this is the really horrible thing…the face is that there are no thoughts anymore, nowhere inside you, there is not thought any more but only feelings, do you see? Feelings…and the strongest of those is an infernal fever, and an intolerable stink, a taste of death here in the throat, a fever, something that bites, a demon that is biting you and tearing you to pieces…
— Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea (via seabois)
I want to be inside your darkest everything.
— Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via raspberrymilk)
I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology.
I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.’
— Azra.T “Your hands are threads, your body is a canvas.” (via sourirefugace)