Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
“Romantic Gothic deals with the tormented condition of a creature suspended between the extremes of faith and skepticism, beatitude and horror, being and nothingness, love and hate - and anguished by an indefinable guilt for some crime it cannot remember having committed.”
— – G. R. Thompson: from “Romanticism and the Gothic Tradition”
There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.
— Steve Moore, V for Vendetta
the urge to have him pin me like that....
My toxic trait is that I made Daphne du Maurier my personality in school instead of Jane Austen
I would rather die in your arms than live a thousand years alone.
i don’t want to look cute and coquette, i want to look like a ghost haunting you until your last breath.
Roberto Ferri, L’Amore La Morte E Il Sogno, 2017, detail
fuck this spotify wrapped, how about i wrap you up in my arms while we listen to your fav artist/song
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
Warsan Shire
I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.
I'd cut my hands on a paring knife if it meant he'd be happy and full of sliced persimmons. I'd happily bleed for him and wouldn't even care, so long as he's okay.
I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!
Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena
Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "True Romances," originally published in 1981
“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
The pressing desire to be with someone when Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself."
‘Its a thorny journey ahead, and I am barefoot.’
“To remember everything”
What a blessing…and
Ohh! What a curse.
You are not understanding the silence;
and I'm out of words now.
If love was to be measured in water,
mine for you would create Tsunamis.
The.soulwhispers
C.S. Lewis once wrote,
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"
And I think we all needed to hear that.
“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947