She wasn’t my first kiss but she’s the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize I didn’t want to kiss anyone else. So now my lips belong to her. Just look at them… Her name’s written all over them. Oko Ninjah (via okoninjah)

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart. Franz Kafka, Lettters to Felice
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I want to meet no one; I want to say nothing;
I want to go down and rest in the black earth of silence. Robert Bly, from “Depression,” Eating the Honey of Words (HarperCollins, 1999)

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You must not seek escape like this. You must think. Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
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