I used to be cool
"This is no book: what do books matter!
What do coffins and shrouds matter!
This is a will, this is a promise,
This is a last bridge to break,
This is an ocean wind, an anchor-weighing,
A surging wheel, a steering course,
The cannons roar with white gunsmoke,
The sea laughs, the monster —”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, “This is no book” (1882)
"Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.”
— Robert Frost, from A Line-Storm Song (via violentwavesofemotion)


'its too hot to wear all black'


"It breaks, the thread I try to spin; your laughter breaks it, your indifference, also your beauty.”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
"I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.”
— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Max Brod (via hellanne)