The darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Sylvia Plath, “Three Women,” from The Collected Poems (via sylviaplant)

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My beautiful, rest in peace
After you, poetry will cease

Balqis a poem by Nizar Qabbani (via d-iaphane)
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)

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It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via wordsnquotes)

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