How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
— David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King (via ceedling)
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
— Franz Kafka (via rainydaysandblankets)
so. i just decided to not be anonymous anymore. it’s weird cuz i have been for so long, and this tumblr has been something i have used as a sort of hiding place…but i kinda just don’t see the point in being anon anymore. so. there’s that.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via aestheticintrovert)