“The heart is a law to itself; if you try to bind it, you lose it; give it its liberty, and you make it your own.”— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Emile, or On Education
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”—
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
“[…]smelling of crushed daisies and sweat.”— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via lesgardenias)
“My soul feels old, antiqued.”— The Lunar Earth Signs
womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”