"Sometimes she seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language, of course, but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that see so sharply they often want to close. Her eyes were astoundingly blue and astoundingly sharp. Nothing escaped her. She saw everything, and since most of what there is to see in the world is painful, she often lived in pain."
— Erica Jong, Remembering Anne Sexton (via perfect)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via inmyskin)
when did tumblr collectively decide not to use punctuation like when did this happen why is this a thing
it just looks so smooth I mean look at this sentence flow like a jungle river
(via redheadpowers)
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
— Anaïs Nin (via oduhn)
(Source: considerthishippie, via oduhn)
"I Wish There was a Way to Know you’re in the Good ol’ Days before you’ve Left Them."
— Andy Bernard (Ed Helms) | The Office (via professorspacegiraffe)
