i am very sad and i feel more miserable than i can say, and i do not know how far i’ve come. i do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. i feel so melancholy.
― vincent van gogh, from letters (1875-1890)
If you want to be happy, be.
― Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)
Yes, there is something uncanny, demonic, and fascinating in her.
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina  (via mashamorevna)
Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)
I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fakinq-glory)