cyberxbattalion:

exitwound:

We have to do something about the distances

weltenwellen:

I had a sense of myself as a haunted house. I never knew when the invisible thing would strike – and it was like a blow, a kind of winding in the chest or stomach. When I felt it I would cry out at the force of it.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

feral-ballad:

How is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, from Notes on Grief

9710144:

aaaangel444:

weltenwellen:

Warsan Shire, from “Bless This House”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

aaaangel444: