nothing safe is worth the drive

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

ceramic home with a quote from John Murillo

John Keats, from “Ode to a Nightingale” (1819)

[ Text ID: My heart aches ] 

which witch

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (January 21, 1926)

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Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

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The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath