bookworm-as-a-writer

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

It feels so weird to live in a society full of sane humans, when you really want to swallow insanity.

darkest corner of the room

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

Mother, I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly.   Some nights, your daughter tears herself apart yet heals in the morning.

Questions for Ada, ‘Confessions’ by Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via decreation)

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

Let me cry in the arms of a monster. Let me feel the unknown warmth and love of the wicked one

my messy head

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

Staring at me with no eyes, he did not hesitate to show me the huge grin across his wan face.

tangled fingers

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

Edgar Allan Poe

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

A tongue licks everything. Especially poison.

an unknown soul

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

My Darling Nemesis, Which should I ask forgiveness for? For what I did, or what I did not?

a ghost

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

Once, a long time ago, my heart cried blood onto the snow.

anonymous

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky

[bookworm-as-a-writer]

There may be a monster under my bed. It has a tongue covered in ink, used to lick the poems in my heart.

a quote from a book I will never write