And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via liquidnight)
You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore.
Cesar Chavez (via vibesnstufff)

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When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Jess C. Scott (via loveyourchaos)

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those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.

Charles Bukowski (via squidwardosaverin)

(Source: outcastings)

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson  (via -fuckthepeople)

(Source: nathanielstuart)

I thought of music, always, as escapism… if it seems fantastical, that’s because it actually is.
Zach Condon (via racingsunbeams)