and I do, god believe me I do, but its not enough
((kurt cobain in his suicide note))

adrasteiax:

“No, no, she belonged to nobody but Life.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from Stories by Katherine Mansfield; “Revelations”
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"She knew herself by heart too, and was sick of the old story.”
— Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
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"You were the one I didn’t know where to stop.”
— From Nearly a Valediction by Marilyn Hacker
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"Drowning in silence; neurotically tired, restless…”
— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963
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bint-nuh:

You know what strength is?
Forgiving a person who wasn’t even sorry.

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"I loved him unendurably but without being able to help him or help myself.”
— Tennessee Williams, from The Complete Plays; “A Streetcar Named Desire,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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