There would be punishment and pain, but there would be happiness, too. That was writing.
— Markus Zusak The Book Thief (via highlightedpages)
People have cellulite, they have stretch marks, they have birthmarks, they have rolls and bumps and dimples and wrinkles. And those are all perfect bodies, because they do their job and work for us and let us cuddle with each other when we need to be held.
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
— Charles Bukowski, Feet to the Fire (via sunst0ne)
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
— Anaïs Nin (via unculturedmag)
not need others to agree with your heartbeat. to live.
you do not need others
to be your own.
— nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
— Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller (via rabbitinthemoon)