I am myself. That is not enough.– Sylvia Plath (via killheji)
I’m buried to the hilt like the knife, after it’s thrown, continues to bow...– Robin Ekiss, from “The Death of Silence” (via proustitute)
Constantly committing epic suicides in your head that would go horribly wrong in real life.
Once I asked a serial killer what made him get up in the morning, and he said...– Sandra Beasley, from “Vocation” (via proustitute)
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.– Issa, “[All the time I pray to Buddha],” trans. Robert Hass (via proustitute)
itwasdawnandgettinglighter oreveningandgrowingdarker– László Krasznahorkai, Satantango, trans. George Szirtes (via proustitute)